I hear the sound
of here and now.
I hear them all,
what goes around.

But my mind and heart,
they seem to have made up their side;
they are running away
from this present life.

They are missing the past
and haven’t closed
that part yet.
Oh not yet!

In the night
they drag me back;
in broad daylight and lazy afternoons,
they are bleeding and breaking inside.

And yes, I hear the sound of letting go
and moving on now.
My mind and heart,
they just have to have that final blow
to torn away of what is left
and close that book of you and me.