My dear friends
as you reside up there
in cloud and rain
I can only hope to get there soon
As if the days weren’t long enough
now they last for years
I pass the time with razors and booze
and the high keeps rolling and rolling…
My vision goes in and out
atop a crooked chair
looking far beyond the sea of rooftops
the sun goes down again
And I plead with time to let me go back
open a door I have already been through
Just to see you again
both of you…
Drinking deeply from a bottle
I rest my mind upon an old memory
we filled our lungs with tobacco
threw our weary heads against the dying grass
let Roger Waters sing us into rebellion
And oh how I miss the rantings and ravings
of three young men with a lot to say…
Will I ever hear your voices again?
Should I ever hope to see your faces again?
My one regret is that I forgot about you
I let the world take my hand
I should have listened to you both
because the world ended up breaking me…
I wish I could tell you that things got better
as if it mattered now
But the world is still as gray is it ever was
The fires burn into the night and the screams..
the screams…
I raise my bottle to you both
I hope that one day I’ll see you again
I’m not mad that you left me behind
I wouldn’t have stopped you
I wouldn’t resent you…and to this day I still don’t…
I just miss you