Such extremes to which we're driven
In this finite world we're given
Dreams of love and its frustrations
On fading radio stations
As you cry on my shoulder
Over your shoulder I watch the clock
Tick tock
Time to say goodbye, I say
Goodbye
Don't molder me old
Blue-green bread in a box
Disappear me in smoke
Some flash magic trick
Summer sex in the attic
And after we rest
I breathe a cool breath
Cross the sweat on your chest
As you rest on my shoulder
I watch your chest rise and fall
Rise and fall
Time enough to say goodbye, I say
Time enough for now
Larry Lang