Will She Be There

Can I take your ear and tell you what I’m doing here And will you stay to hear me through… as I relate my tale to you All the people sleeping here are free forever of all fear For one, I’ve left a red rose which I water with a tear So look around at all the plots at all those final resting spots And nettles of which there are lots, and dead plants stood in pots But here you’ll see a cross of wood in memory of someone good Who’d run to me, with wide spread arms and kiss me where I stood I wonder, does she see me now and does she walk beside me now And when I come to take my bow, will she be there somehow I’d hoped and planned like any man, I bought for her a baby grand And though I bought it second hand, I knew she’d understand And she had practiced night and day, and, boy, that girl could surely play She’d play Carnegie Hall some day… and then she went away She was my day, she was my night, she was my dark, she was my light She was the reason I would fight, in situations tight That old road leads to nowhere; only drunks and lovers go there And she pushed me clear before a drunk took her without a care I wonder, does she see me now and does she walk beside me now And when I come to take my bow, will she be there somehow So now I tread my path alone, not many numbers in my phone And all my music is a drone, my world is monotone And all my loves and all my hates are memorised like awful dates Aside from she I speak of who now dwells beyond his gates My hourglass has emptied slow but now I feel it’s time to go Please witness this, my final throw; I want the world to know That as I walked this unlit road until approaching headlights glowed I wore my darkest clothing out of fear they might have slowed I wonder, does she see me now and does she walk beside me now And when I come to take my bow, will she be there somehow