Robert Bush noon, Nov. 29
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Love Song of the Late Blooming Fools
Once I had a clue/ About this life & you/ I thought eventually/ That there would surely be/ A fairy tale version/ Of crazy you & me./ But never is too long/ & forever is no song/ We are leaves/ This is wind/ & away we go/ Away we go again.
(CHORUS) I never thought it could/ Be this way/ I never thought we would/ See this day/ There isn't any place/ I do not see your face/ Together we are/ However far/ Away./
Older/ We are younger/ Full we are/ From hunger/ Of the kind/ That makes you never/ Want to eat./ Are the people/ We once were/ Still the ones/ Who need this cure?/ This love, this wait/ This gloriously late/ Blooming of a fate we made/ Ourselves./
Then something came around/ Our clock became unbound/ Time's not a friend/ It's a rule that will not bend./ But there you were that night/ I could not put up a fight/ & that is how this love/ Came down from above/ & kissed us both/ So sweet & hopefully./
I never thought it could/ Be this way/ I never thought we would/ See this day/ There isn't any place/ I do not see your face/ Together we are/ However far/ Away./ However far/ However far/ Away.