A dispatch from the icy mist Two rosy cheeks that I once kissed You'll see me go My head's already out the door Thinking a month out, maybe more And feet follow Somewhere, a violin bows and a rock erodes, oh, oh ♪ The prison boxing got to me The toughest fights you rarely see Beyond the bars Ignore the fists in gloves The cruiser-weights with eyes swelled shut And look at them No one wins 'Til a room friends say "How are you? It's been too many years." And I say, with purity and candor "I've missed you." ♪ So bring young poppies home to us Forget the roses, buttercup There'll be no need We'll plant 'em row by row, a promise in the ground below That there will be more So swing wide the doors The not yet buried that I'm ready for And I won't press you in a book A flat brown shell of what you were I'll never need another look 'Cause I'm not proud, I'm not ashamed I'm not at risk of forgetting your name You are an ending I found some peace in A room of friends say "How are you? It's been too many years." And I say, with purity and candor "I've missed you."