Nevermore

I’ll write a song called Nevermore,

And travel to a distant shore.

I’ll carve it into stone by runes,

Under a bone-white winter’s moon.

And when my body meets the coal,

You may yet find my treasured soul.

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Sequel

Oh, if it were just the same,

You would live up to your name.

And I could spell you all the better,

Cursively, down to the letter.

These stories which you long to write,

Write me instead: read me my rites.

Oh, if it were just as equal,

I’d have never been your sequel.

Paths that Cross

 

Can’t say that I don’t miss you,

You don’t saunter through my mind

I never saw the movie,

But I heard we had a time

 

We lived out so many dreams

Imagine how you’d feel

If life is really how it seems,

I’d say those dreams were real

 

More than all the others,

Can you say you were my friend?

In a place where friends are lovers,

Paths that cross, cross again

 

And weren’t you just my country boy?

Wasn’t I your secret joy?

Too old to pretend not to know,

But still too young to let you go

 

More than all the others,

I’d say you were my friend

In a place where friends are lovers,

Paths that cross, cross again

 

Paths that cross, cross again