I’d shake your hand
If I had one to extend but it was
Blown off in the war
The war that ended just a minute ago
When I came in the front door

When I left town
‘Bout a hundred years ago I didn’t
Think I’d lose my way
The kind of losing where you wonder at the end
If you even know your name

CHORUS
I remember the days
When we sang
Sang the tunes of the night
With the quiet wonder of
Being so near

I understood
That the nature of your smile was always
Etched within the frame
Of the way that you insisted that you be
And I thought it was a game

Now you’re gone
And I’m looking at the ground where you
Held us all aloft
And the burdens that you carried like a mule
On your back, tender and soft

BRIDGE
All the crazy caravans
The trails of dust and memories
Rising like the feathers of a bird
Spread the wings, the family
Of bleary eyes and hungry for
The promise which will save us in a Word