Don’t call it a comeback.
A return to a place where I’ve been before, for one last round.
It’s not a place you can get to by car or boat or plane, though each will be employed.
It’s not a place you can find on a map or program into your GPS.
It’s not a place that’s been named or documented or seen.
It’s not a place that exists in any sense of existence you might know.
2015…2016
Come with me…
This looks familiar, vaguely familiar,
Almost unreal, yet, it’s too soon to feel yet.
Close to my soul, and yet so far away.
I’m going to go back there someday.
Sun rises, night falls, sometimes the sky calls.
Is that a song there, and do I belong there?
I’ve never been there, but I know the way.
I’m going to go back there someday.
Come and go with me, it’s more fun to share,
We’ll both be completely at home in midair.
We’re flyin’, not walkin’, on featherless wings.
We can hold onto love like invisible strings.
There’s not a word yet for old friends who’ve just met.
Part heaven, part space, or have I found my place?
You can just visit, but I plan to stay.
I’m going to go back there someday.
I’m going to go back there someday.
