Throw your head back fast,
Don't over think it,
Lids closed don't last
Eyes down to fit

Wooden table with years of weather
It's probably long gone,
Replaced with something better

You find comfort in knowing
That new trees are growing
To build new tables

And you'd sit at the table,
Place it in the same spot
And wait for a dying fable

You would sit there forever
For him to find a little down time
Because he knows how to be clever
Turn the ending sublime
And make you feel better
When you knew it was the end of the line