I can hear the late train running along the tracks – right by the outskirts of town.
I can hear the languages of the birds, the dogs and the crickets.
I can hear your voice telling me you need to leave.
I can see the stars shining up above decorating this summer eve.
I can see the waves crashing onto the dunes.
I can see your lips moving telling me you need to leave.
Where are you going and why can’t I come?
Where are you running to and will you ever come home?
I can smell the flowers blooming in the garden beneath this rounded porch.
I can smell the aroma of the lake, just rained on from across the way.
I can smell his cologne on you, as you carelessly say goodbye.
I can feel my heart about to implode.
I can feel my brain about to explode.
I can feel your hand letting go…
Where will you be going will love come back again?
When will she show up…where will I be?
Which costume will she be wearing… Will she be true to me?
How will I know her and what will I say…can I ever be free?