C1
Loosen the wire, your time has expired,
the only word left is “good
G
bye.”
In my new dream the light’s
F
shining on me,
little needles of sodium unstitch the seams of the
C1
sky
G
.
F
But the
C1
audience is tired; “we’ve had enough fire,
we’re entering the age now of
G
ice.”
And I, feeling older, pull
F
off to the shoulder
and wonder, with my head in my hands, should I call my
G
wife
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