I’ve been away—

don’t know where I’ve been

I haven’t seen you—

since I don’t know when

And the stars blink like seconds in the sky

Now it’s cold outside

the leaves have turned to gold

the wise ones know it —

and all’v flown home

And I still can’t figure out alone

And I heard some one mention

This is Sunday morning

And the church is filled with sinners

Singin and Praising

and praying for their souls

And I’m just here wondering

Why I’m wondering

About this living—

About this dying

and Baby and momma are crying

Maybe it’s all just a song

if i could draw, or sketch, or even find the images to make this song seen, I would do it, but alas, I’m just a simple word man, and words are all I have to keep the demon away.