I had to re-live the little things we said.
You’ll keep me breathing,
Whatever way it ends.
If I have to die
When it isn’t my time.
To Wither in my prime thanks to Covid one-nine
I’d wake up on the other side, and meet John Prine.
Who’d have a song finished, or at least a couple lines,
and I could shake his hand,
and for the first time in about 30 days,
I would feel like that was fine.
That’s a long way to travel for a simple thing to find
A little human contact that used to pass us by
The little social contracts suspended in the ice
Where we last saw friends
Where we last touched hands
Where we last lived our lives.
I don’t think It’s reaching to say I won’t be the same beyond tonight.
Give my love to John, and tell him I’ll keep writing songs until I die.
I had to re-live, the little things we said.
You’ll keep me breathing,
Whatever way it ends.
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