Yours

i'm sorry to bring this up again old guy
when you had to leave and i said goodbye
to you from between the avenue
and the tree, the one that blocks the window view and me 

i think back to some of the things i said that one night,
like that you weren't with your family anymore, it was mean, it wasn't right
but i was a stupid baby back then   i was scared 
i didn't know how to love you, didn't realize how much you cared

about me
about me
i loved you
i love you

this is yours
yours :
the red world, 
the corres-
ponding breezes
they go on, 
but we don't    
 
we are done

i waved goodbye to you that day
from the parking lot in the alleyway
i remember feeling terrified  
not knowing if you'd come back, but you did, and we tried.

but later that fall i walked the sad stretch of my mind
and said, no we can't go (on), we've gotta leave this behind.
i thought IT to myself at the windowsill 
as i looked out onto the tree, the church, the chill.

the leaves had all fallen off. 
that tree was dead.
the neighbors, the whole town they'd all gone to bed
we sat on the floor and waited for your car to arrive
and we said goodbye, and we cried.

the church bell stopped
time was dead
the neighbors, the whole town had gone to bed
our sweethearts knew, our sisters knew too
and we knew. we knew.
 
this is yours
yours :
the red world
the corres-
ponding 
breezes
they'll go on, 
but we won't
we are done

this is yours
yours :
the dead world
the corresponding 
dead breezes
they'll go on
but we won't
we are done