I'll Be Here Waiting

04:55
Nealon
2004-01-01
Copyright 1995 Dave Nealon

Story

Contemplations from my basement in Greensboro, North Carolina.

Lyrics

When you come back for me I’ll be waiting When you descend I’ll be the one who’s jumping toward the sky When you return to sing and make the forests laugh in echo When you come back I’ll be here waiting Where is the green and warmth of summer? My body’s whipped like shocks of rye chastened by the winter wind Mind is muddy and cold like the creek that drains the stubblefield When the pond is frozen over I’m an abandoned farmhouse—empty Petty greed and jealousy like kudzu climbing over me Once they laughed and cried inside but now they’ve died—it’s quiet Screen door slaps against the frame I’ll wait for you I want you to come to me I can’t come to you When you congratulate the losers When you leap off your cloud to celebrate the helpless child When you reach out and dry the grieving eyes stained red with crying I will remember all your kindness I’ll wait for you I want you to come to me I can’t come to you When you come back for me I’ll be ready Plummet through the atmosphere, I’ll stir at your first cry Tensing muscles raise my arms in two-fisted shouts of satisfaction Plant your feet in bloodstained soil