The Last Goodbye – Second Language

The Last Goodbye

It’s getting late
It’s getting dark
It’s getting cold
In the park

There’s only one rising sun
Why reason?

It takes so long
Yet no time at all
A fleeting moment
For the last call

A place apart from all we’ve known
A space in time to call our own

We’re bound so tight
We’re stretched so thin
Can we be safe in our own skin
But now the day just slips away

We’ve grown so tired
Keep getting lost
The things that we desired
Came at such a cost

It’s the last goodbye
It’s a short hello
Don’t ask me why
You don’t want to know

It’s so cold, no room inside?
There’s nowhere left to hide

Never take it at a distance
Never take it all for granted

I’m so wasted
I’m running blind

Echoes of a past that’s gone
A present to be folded
Down into experience
You’ll find it’s overloaded

Wait

Don’t wait too long

Wave goodbye

Studio improvisation July 7, 2022.

Jessie Jacobson: Vocal, Guitar
Jarrett Lesko: Bass
Brian Bielski: Drums