Ribmeat Of The Family Tree

Rattle Snout

5-15-05

It's normally never such a good idea.
Hop in the car. Good-by. Good-by.
You looked beyond imaginably perfect;
raven's hair resting like curtains
over a most picturesque window
and brushing it back from your eyes
to let your sunshine in.
A day is not complete
'til the morning of you breaks clean.
The scent is clear; you
lingering in my grasp
will carry me through every journey
and every task I undertake.
It isn't where or why
as long as it's go go go
on to the next trip,
the next page,
the new demons
and newer sets of rules to break.
I couldn't miss you less when you were here
but taking you away
is taking me apart.
I'm saying less and stuttering more
coherently
'cuz this means everything
if anything means anything to you.
In time you'll find yourself coming around
and staying for good,
you keep telling me,
not rememb'ring
it was I
who promised you that as truth the first
time
we ever decided
on separation
by means of a couple's honest reparation.
In the mirror you're smaller and smaller,
becoming the biggest speck of life
to shift around
the tiniest existence of my heart,
and there you go...
there I go...
there we go.
I'm taking you with me everywhere
that I can't forget.
Let's see
where this rattle snout takes me.
I made a pledge,
no matter what,
thick or thin,
good or bad,
you're gonna be there.
Wait and see.

It's happened before,
it'll happen again.
We're always there.
Wait and see.