driving the same road, not much to see
going toward weather more suited to me
ending this whole thing by waving my hand
I hope that you don't forget what we planned
for years down the road when we both grow old
but we don't have time for that now
so you stay here and I'll go on
but I'm leaving this pedestal empty to put you upon
dates and persimmons are filling the room
not leaving space for my sorrow and gloom
I'm glad you're not here, so don't try to be
I like you just how you are around me
even though I don't have much time
we don't have to finish this now
so you stay here and I'll go on
but I'll think about us playing house everyday
that I'm gone
you say what she said, it sounds just as wrong
maybe it's best that I didn't stay long
