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we talk a lot about absence these days, all of us
eating up weeks in wishes and wondering what took so long
but tonight two of us over drinks in haze and half-time
decided that we've got stories, scars, years, and adventures
and in a week or two we'll all already be back, riding
rails and roads and subs and skyhooks to heart & home.
put pain in the most golden tomb we can find 'cause
here's how it works. you got to remember so i don't forget
that our best stories haven't been written yet:
massive choruses, make your own harmonies;
measureless battles, break your old enemies.
& in the end, on that fabled last train,
under a sky the shade of sailor's delight
we can laugh in dehydrated barks about how
we did it and made young glorious art.