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V1
Car keys and a leather pouch
Something else I can’t quite make out
The things I’ll never forget
Saw ‘em most every day
Table next to the couple-a chairs
Still sittin’ at the base of the stairs
Headed to that old bedroom
Nothing good going on up there
Ch
They said you were coming back
But they forgot to tell me when
So I stand out in the street corners
Until I see you again
Chin up and hi ho silver
When I walk thru the gilded gates
‘Well I least we tried’ like old Vince said
I was good most of my days
V2
Too much time and I’m under prepared
What to do with that 1000 yd stare
Been thru Hell and back
Everything’s still the same
Coffee made and the oven’s hot
Wood is stacked and the dog is in knots
Ready for the big return
Someday strange
