Must be close to 12 in Flagstaff
Did you see the sun today?
Things here are cold and constant
We live and breathe in grey
I wrote you both some letters
But I don't know where they went
Sometimes our best intentions
Get lost before they're sent
I hear your child won't stop growing
And Tal's romancing western skies
Battle wounds have started showing
At least we're all still getting high
It's true what they may say
Sometimes you have to flail to fly
It's raining here
Wish I was there
Just wanted to say "hi"
To the queens of the Big Apple
I am sending my regards
I wish that I was with you
And so does my guitar
Population has a loneliness
All cities have their scars
But confusion yields to clarity
Even from afar
Anticipation is acidic
Six months seems like six years
But I'll arrive before you know it
And we'll share some dirty air
It'll take some time
But in my mind
You know I'm halfway there
So wish me well
On the road to hell
Signed
The Girl with Wavy Hair
And to you
My brunette beauties
Smiling sentries in the pub
Your laughter is infectious
And fits me like a glove
Would you do me just one favor
It'll help the time to pass
Part the sea
And think of me
Next time you fill your glass
Back at home there sits a boy
Been paralyzed by stops and starts
Fatality has burned a hole
Right through his paper heart
Absence has no absolution
No light amidst the dark
But I'll warm you with my fire
While you're searching for your spark
This is not a consolation
It would be foolish to pretend
No logic to this equation
The beginning marked
The End
Would you call it hypocritical
If I offered an
Amen
Well, I love you
And he did too
Be there soon, my friend
As for the poster girl
Of the Eastern world
Let persistence be your drug
When the thought of youth in Asia
Makes you want to pull the plug
Just know I'm thinking of you
And don't forget to breathe
Someone tell me how
"I miss you"
Translates in Japanese
Innocence is growing older
Our hearts have learned to lie
The Steel City's gotten colder
And distance makes me shy
When the latitude of longing
Is enough to make you cry
Hold tight, dear friends
Cause this ain't the end
Just a short detour
On the path to being more
Just a small road block
Just a dot dot dot
Until we meet again