For Rose

A warm wind blows

across my windowsill tonight

like a ghost, like a ghost

soft and low

in this other-worldly light

I dream of Rose

Common time

never ceases, never yields

it comes and it goes

now I find

I lost the pavement 'neath my wheels

when I lost Rose

Should anybody wonder where I'm bound

I don't know

I come and I go

wreckage looks the same from town to town

I suppose

it wasn't meant to be this way

for Rose

Solider on

what's left is not what I planned

it's what I chose, what I chose

and the sun

up and slipped right through my hands

when I lost Rose

Should anybody wonder where I'm bound

I don't know

I come and I go

wreckage looks the same from town to town

I suppose

it wasn't meant to be this way

for Rose