Everyone agrees it too soon It was meant to be an intersection You fear of death in the back pocket of your jeans In the of your hand, affection
It came a sudden gust of wind Leaving them to ask how I recall time we met you said we'd meet again The is only bitter now
These days cries, "Say uncle" They want to touch your spirit it die For your sons and widow gather with us at the table To form a circle for our new demise
These days cries, "Say uncle" I retrieve the quickly as I can Add them to the we all draw in our minds body gone, we shall keep the man
I close my eyes and hope they do not These remnants of a and of a smile Images of landscape cloaked in forest Like your unfolding mile by mile
A fierce embrace, a of thanks A cheerful whistle and in a van these pieces must bring back the man you were Though the ocean claims ashes on the sand
These days cries, "Say uncle" They to touch your spirit lest it die For this your and widow gather with us at the table To a healing circle for our new demise
These days cries, "Say uncle" I the memories quickly as I can Add them to the portrait we all draw in our Your body gone, we keep the man
days everyone cries, "Say uncle" They want to touch your spirit it die For your sons and widow gather with us at the table To form a healing circle for our new
These everyone cries, "Say uncle" I retrieve the memories as I can And add them to the we all draw in our minds Your body gone, we keep the man