driving the same road not much to see

going toward weather more suited to me

ending this whole thing by waving my hand

I hope that you don't forget what we planned

for years down the road

when we both grow old

but we don't have time for that now



so you stay here and I'll go on

but I'm leaving this pedestal empty to put you upon



dates and persimmons are filling the room

not leaving space for my sorrow and gloom

I'm glad you're not here so don't try to be

I like you just how you are around me

even though I don't have much time

we don't have to finish this now



so you stay here and I'll go on

but I'll think about us playing house everyday

that I'm gone



you say what she said it sounds just as wrong

maybe it's best that I didn't stay long