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.
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.
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.
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
Of noble leaves and mystic orbs
And lines that I might trace,
You needn’t say another word,
I’ve read it on your face
It seems these trees, chilled to the bone,
Leave us to fare winter alone
But deep within, where work is done,
Each branch is vital as the sun
For one is the whole, and whole of the hive,
When we retreat, we are most alive
When Faith is broken, by Fortune’s token,
Love makes no guarantees.
He walks the line, says it’s all fine,
And swears by Q.R.V.
I can turn with the new tide,
From heartful friend to foe.
I can sacrifice my pride,
I cannot let you go.
Inside of us, there lies a flame—
A fire they will try to tame
Burn your fear—all reservoirs
And, in time, you’ll light the stars
You can number Saturn’s rings,
And plot the stars above
You can map out many things,
You cannot map out Love
I can make the fair moon sing,
And pluck the stars from space
I can give you many things,
I cannot give you Faith