. . . Goodbye

I don’t regret leaving except
Leaving you alone
The plan was always that
I’d be coming home

But best laid plans of men
Yeah, even they can fail

This star field all around me
May be beautiful
But as it fades away it brings me
No peace
And all these last years,
These last tears I shed
Just spheres, floating away
Blue, and it reminds me


These missing links
They hold you down
Keep you from the songs
You’d love to sing
These missing links
They hold you down
Silencing the messages
You bring

And standing on the outside, it’s easy
To judge and make our own distinctions
Through the hazy fog and all the smoke
When standing so close to the painting
You know we don’t see nothing but the strokes
Nothing but the strokes