All of his letters ended in goodbye
instead of to be continued
someday we're all going to die
my brother, he would say
now he's got me saying the same
words like the moon and darkness
that only we could hear
he'd listen to the blues and sip whiskey
until morning, then wake me
from my sleep, tell me to go out
and cut the weeds
growing up around the stone
angels in the field.
Aug 6, 2016
Aug 6, 2016 at 8:20 AM UTC
All of his letters ended in goodbye
instead of to be continued
someday we're all going to die
my brother, he would say
now he's got me saying the same
words like the moon and darkness
that only we could hear
he'd listen to the blues and sip whiskey
until morning, then wake me
from my sleep, tell me to go out
and cut the weeds
growing up around the stone
angels in the field.
