dust from the door floats to the floor
inside this snapshot view of a life i knew
and they ask if i'm coming back
in time - but that's not true

i left something back in Memphis
between our autumn walls
long distance calls stack up
while i'm running in place with the weight of my recollections
these years are dragging on
the silence yawns to cease
and you're nowhere but yet you're here with me

all the clothes stacked up in folds
i've tried to clear these rooms but it just won't do
i could swear, a curl in the air
a daydreamed hazy truth - it's you

and i'm coming home soon
but i left something back in Memphis
between our autumn walls
long distance calls stack up
while i'm running in place with the grace of my recollections
these years are dragging on
the silence yawns to cease
and you're nowhere but yet you're here with me

glitch in time
soft pools of light
applause and cheers
two glasses of champagne to celebrate the years
shall we dance and fly through the next half-century
(not knowing what the months will bring)?
and we met
the first time again
so far from here
in close conversations and days of quiet cheer
shall we dance and fly through the next half-century
(not knowing what the months will bring)?

and i made it home
but i can't stay long
there's someone i've got to see
just for one more dance
and some well-deserved sleep


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lyrics / music / performance by Michael Foxtrot Johnson
recorded and mixed with Matt Ten Clay at Amber Lit Audio
mastered by Chad Wahlbrink
illustration by Bob Johnson (1950)
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