Don't we two hearts oft seem to tread
on common sands?  A common thread
appears to bind with no great dread,
with not a word, between us, said.

The rhythm of your ebb, my flow,
as fate takes us where we might go,
so coincide, suspicions grow-
is there some plot we can't yet know?

Your face I see, in maddened crowd,
with silence that echoes aloud.
If coincidence, I'm wowed-
if cosmic hand, it should be proud.

As subtle as sand on the wake,
who knows where next our waves will break?
Adrift on currents we both take-
The Cosmos makes no such mistake.

Kiss me goodbye
don't say a word
you've said enough
it's all been heard
I'm letting go
so don't hang on
The time has come
and I am gone.

Perhaps I failed,
I've been known to.
It could be me,
it could be you.
I place no blame,
no guilt I feel.
No fairy tale-
this ending's real.

Kiss me goodbye,
I'm on my way.
You'll live to love
another day.
I'll carry on
in my own form,
my conscience clear
to keep me warm.

So close your eyes,
and purse your lips,
come here and grab
me by the hips,
and kiss me, like
you used to do-
when you loved me
and I loved you.

Kiss me goodbye,
without a sound,
tomorrow I
won't be around.
And all that I
am gonna miss
will pale beside
that one last kiss.

Thought I saw you today
But I was wrong
Was the hair that got me,
Chestnut, so long
Almost followed at first but
Good sense came along
And I knew within my heart
That you were gone.

It would be awkward anyway
Talking again,
I would lose my voice after
"How have you been?"
So much has transpired
'Tween now and then,
I'm a different man
Since you've been gone.

I thought I saw you again
But I let it go.
In spite of what it looked like
At heart I know,
I never saw you leave, but
come ebb and flow,
Time keeps telling me
That you're still gone.

Maybe it's some stress-based
Hallucination.
A figment of an exhausted
Imagination.
Anxiety tied to this old
Separation.
But I know it's not you, here,
I know you're gone.

I thought I saw you, again,
In flesh and bone,
Didn't look a bit different since
You left me alone.
The world keeps on changing
So much is unknown,
But I know I couldn't see you, now,
The dead stay gone.

If I haven't told you
If I forgot to say
Let me clear the air now,
Before time slips away

In case you missed it, baby
If the message failed to send
I'll try to make it clear now
Try to help you comprehend

If you wonder where my heart lies
You can lay that doubt to rest.
Nothing else in this whole world
Puts this thunder in my chest.

So in case I failed to mention,
To be certain that you've heard
You should know how much I love you
Without a single spoken word.

Like saccharine and strychnine
make the poison bittersweet;
cut the sickness into pieces,
make it easier to eat.
**** the head and save the body,
seems to come the faded cry.
While the masses pass us single file,
content to follow and die.

America is bleeding,
her streets are running red.
They're running out of places
to pile up all the dead.
Uncle Sam is smoking,
pockets fat with oil and gas;
when will Lady Liberty
hold that flame under his ***?

America is bleeding,
a badge stuck in her chest,
can't defend a head wound
behind a kevlar vest.
And Justice wears a blindfold,
but it works kinda funny.
She can see right through it
if you have the money.

America is bleeding,
and now her children see
right on through the smokescreens
into her hypocrisy.
While high atop the flagpole
Old Glory's Stars stained red.
If we don't stop the bleeding,
We're gonna end up dead.

A county and a world from here,
an hour on the highway,
a barren, level plot of land
marks where we used to stay.
Though close enough to share the rain,
when skies are turned to gray,
I've found that home to ever be
a million miles away.

The echoes of much simpler times
could ever lead the way,
to look upon that gravel road,
where I learned to work and play,
back before the hands of God
pulled you out of the fray,
and set you on some golden street
a million miles away.

I used to visit all the time,
the place where you now lay,
with roses and whatever words
I felt the need to say.
But chiseled marble memories
are not the ones that stay;
the you I miss is ever more
a million miles away.

If fate shall see the faithless sort
like me to judgment day,
forgive my selfish doubt and bile
and beckon me to stay,
I'll seek your precious company,
I'll have so much to say;
wait for me, and I'll find you there
a million miles away.

But life has seen me shun such hope,
forgetting how to pray.
I wear an air of certain doubt
I can't help but display.
Blessings come, and blessings go,
so very few will stay.
And most, once lost, will ever seem
a million miles away.