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  • Hickory Forest Preserve

    by Cest-La-Vie on October 12, 2011
    On a park bench Not too far from where we first met Or, where I first laid eyes on you You were sitting alone Counting leaves, or speckled stones Or something. But you weren’t in this world And I just thought Maybe I could build a rocket ship Fly away from Middle America Away from everything that’s been holding me down I’d find you out there, somewhere, saying I’ve been waiting, only waiting And we don’t need this empty town You stood up and walked away I couldn’t find the words to say I couldn’t let you leave until I did Didn’t know where I was going All this time, I never found out I just followed as long as I could I just thought Maybe I could build a time machine Fly away from Modern America Away from everything that’s been holding me down I’d find you back there, counting red leaves And waiting, only waiting For a reason to leave this empty town Maybe we could build a mansion Near a crater out on Mars Away from everything that’s been holding us down They won’t find us out there, dreaming They won’t find us dreaming Of the day we leave this empty town
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