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The loneliness came in a vision.

A cold house, a blank stare, a passing thought.

Too hard to make any kind of decision.

Too scared I won't learn the very things I've taught.

An emptiness that can't be described.

A deep feeling, a lump inside the throat.

Something that surely can not be denied.

Like lying in water trying hard to stay afloat.



I don't want to go first, because it would hurt you.

Don't want you to go first, it would hurt me.

so whether it's tomorrow, or sometime in our nineties,

I hope leaving together is our destiny.



How enormous were the odds against meeting.

A wrong turn, a month off, a different path.

It was a race against something that we were beating.

A thing we didn't realize we had to have.

Now when things slow down and aren't so busy.

A strange feeling, an odd thought, a real weird vibe.

Comes over me and starts to make me feel dizzy.

And then it makes me feel glad to be alive.



I don't want to go first, because it would hurt you.

Don't want you to go first, it would hurt me.

so whether it's tomorrow, or sometime in our nineties,

I hope leaving together is our destiny.