Variations: Death
the wrappers of all the cherry
candy you bought me-
seen through the slot of the floor boards as they shift
rose petals from your coffin
kept in an old tin box for 18 years-
no whistle, but the kettle's on
the strangest thing
of all-
living each day that you don't
stopping by
to turn off the light left on-
didn't know you were waiting there for me
In my dreams
you're still riding the train to Colorado, 1952-
the heat's gone off, and I can't feel my toes
Your fingers around my hand
guiding me somehow out of Kensington-
Propane and the blue flame of feeling
candy you bought me-
seen through the slot of the floor boards as they shift
rose petals from your coffin
kept in an old tin box for 18 years-
no whistle, but the kettle's on
the strangest thing
of all-
living each day that you don't
stopping by
to turn off the light left on-
didn't know you were waiting there for me
In my dreams
you're still riding the train to Colorado, 1952-
the heat's gone off, and I can't feel my toes
Your fingers around my hand
guiding me somehow out of Kensington-
Propane and the blue flame of feeling