In those later hours
cloudy with no rain
listen for your missing voice
are you still the same?
Disappearance on the bridge that morning
Cross the water, it’s too late.
Trust the vision and the dream
go on down the hill
if I do not see you there
just keep waiting until
electric voices in the air
call to say that it’s too late.
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