"What will it mean this time?
And the rhythm? and the rhyme?"
Maybe I’ll write you a song
"Anything is fine,"
An hour, or a day
I will lay the days away
And try to write this song
"I’ll wait for you", you say
And maybe
You’ll hear me now
I’ll say I love you
And take the last bow
And maybe
You’ll see the sign
I’ll run the mile
And walk the line
A rose blooms on the grave
Who we loved, we cannot save
Those we have, have run away
Those we’ve lost were brave
In the dark and dire
We lit the way by pyre
We stand on hills of fallen leaves
And speak words of fire
And maybe
You’ll take my hand
I’ll rise up the glass
And strike up the band
And maybe
You’ll run the mile
I’ll take off my coat
And stay awhile