Fleeting Glimpse

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Dave Nealon
09/30/2010
Copyright September 2010 Dave Nealon

Story

Celebrating life in the center of your grief.

Mist on Buzzard Rock trying to hide the Alleghenies.

Biking in Ireland.

Pub in the middle of nowhere.

Jam sessions.

Struggling in pain.

Missing people you admire.

 

 

Lyrics

Bicycle wheels on the crooked road

God knows it feels like you can't grow old

Wind in your hair, and the blackbirds rattle their song

Hornpipes and hoedowns, slipjigs and shuffles riding along, riding along

 

This earthbound air is too dense to breathe

Your distant stare says you're ready to leave

Somewhere like this, but somewhere without the pain

Remember the warmth of that miracle tavern in the Westmeath rain, in the Westmeath rain

 

Edge of the rock, lean on the wind

Spiral aloft, circle round again

Until the mist obscures the view

One final fleeting glimpse of you

 

Atlantic waves pounding my mind's door

Last time we played was on the other shore

Silence at sunset and the disillusioned dawn

I still want to see you; how can you continue to be so gone, to be so gone?

 

Edge of the rock, lean on the wind

Spiral aloft, circle round again

Until the mist obscures the view

One final fleeting glimpse of you