Sep 29, 2006 10:51
I'm here because you're here
and when you go I'm going too
As neutral as snow covering up violence
your mind was smashing its gear
like The Who by rote at good ol Monterey
where some people cheered and some looked away
and your best words were the most economical
and clear to the ear are nullified and kept
by mum protectors of a suicide note
but the best part of cold
is faraway is close and the distant bark of a lone snow shovel
digging out after the storm is a rhythmic whisper
I'm here because you're here
and when you go I'm going too
Gord Downie.