There it is
Sitting on the table...

An empty bottle
Laying on its side...

A short month ago
I took a drive...

Here I am
Floating out in the open waters...

Just turn and walk away
Like you do...

I once asked
What you saw behind these blue eyes of mine...

Every evening sitting in the swing
On my porch watching yet another sunset...

As the fog begins
To creep over the ground...

If you don't know now you will
Timing is not my strong point...

Everyday I see you
And I wonder why...

I sometimes find I'm drifting
Through this life without effect...

In dreams I am dancing with the Lord
Its a slow and glorious waltz...