all is quiet on the last front

this is the best moment

this one here

and i wasted it writing

these words

i’ve stolen from

the air

and she would be standing here in the

rain

and proclaiming all her love

but I derailed from all

of that

fate tried calling

but i was drunken stoned

and i missed

out on the blue eyes

and i’ve missed out on the fame

and so here i am left standing

just a fool soaked through again

but there is chili on the stove top

and the boss is on the box

and scratch is sitting staring

out the window at the dock

and all is really quiet

and the amber light is still

i have carved this little hideout

so i guess my fate is due

but i won’t pay it on time

i’ve leaving in the morning air

fishing on the blackthorn

and i’ll be far away from here

so if she should come knocking

tell her try back in a year

i love this life i’m living

calm and quiet as hell

round here...