North Coast Rep

In the last known photograph
Of you and me sprawled on the grass
You looked off frame
You were through with this stupid play
You looked off frame
I didn't recognize the boy I once knew
Lost Sonoma Hills matched perspective with my silver stills
We followed the old mule trail
To mining camps and dried blood red shale

You should stay
You're just going to leave this place anyway
You should know by now
You're going to ruin the show

You're the last friend I have
Among the crew and cast and staff
They'll replace you with an unknown hack
You're the last the friend I have

You looked off frame
Towards the east
But the traitorous beast will never speak your name you looked off frame
I saw you harden with ambition
You should stay
You're just going to blow this place anyway
You should know by now
You're going to ruin the show