GOODBYES

need a pack a smokes
to get ya through the day
a pound of joe
to keep the pain at bay
this is what is left
when you're all alone
head is shorn
and your lips are sewn
there's nothin' noone
to make you feel whole
and it's captured in
this photo's soul

five miles lost
on down the road
the trail's lost
or growing cold
you're an outsider
you knew when you left
your hearth and home
there'd be no place left
to call you're own
this side of her