The tapping keys are calling
but in the background buildings
loom - duty's calling
I repose, think
Two for the show and one for the road.
You must go it alone, you must!
You know other things too -
like promises mingling with dust,
like August without summer, that
Requiem for what's dead is only
when life's arms of sunshine
fill you with dread.
Two for the show -
one for the road.