A Song for Hiroshima, 2004

I didn't want to leave you,
But we knew it had to be;
That the time had come for me to go
To make my life complete.

We write on the wall to show we've been
Down here all the while,
Then the morning comes
And we put it all away.

Let's raise a glass
To all the plastic
People who come and go;
Let's shine our shoes
And walk away,
For miles until we're home.

I ran my hand along the rail,
Weathered, cracked, and smooth;
I chose my words carefully,
Knowing that I would
Not be here the next night,
Or hundreds after that,
That I had to leave
That one last time
Into the blinding light.

Let's all choke back
Those last good-byes,
And head off on our way,
Let's close our eyes
And stagger out
Into the final day.

I find myself sitting here on the other side
Of the big ball we call home
There’s not a day that goes by
Without dreaming of what is gone.
There’ll come a time, when I’ll be back,
Singing the same old song;
'Til that day arrives,
I sit here all alone