Not Sure I Can

The blackness thickens, the voices thin,
And I wonder where I am, oh here I am.
I’m sitting on the porch, on the porch.
Another day for the news junkie,
Disillusionment and impotence that comes it from
What can I do? Is there anything?

Now the time has come,
To wonder why it is I should stay here.

Tell me how can I leave you?
Would I still know who I am?
Not sure I can.

The screen door slams for one last time,
And I’m left here by myself to face my darkness,
And the house next door, house next door.
I see Orion and his belt he offers no
Direction for me, I only know I’m looking up,
And it’s cold outside, cold outside.

Dave has a song, sort of Catcher in the Rye,
Remember innocence? He fumbles at the chords:

I grew up on a sunny beach,
Long long gone.
Ran around on my bare feet
Long long gone.
Sunny days last for 40 hours,
And the rain is not damp,
As I try to remember,
Yes, I try to remember,
But I can’t.
Our first kiss under moonlight,
Long long gone.
We were shaking like butterflies,
Long long gone.
Sunny days last for 40 hours,
And the rain is not damp,
As I try to remember,
Yes, I try to remember,
But I can’t.

I say I like it cuz I do, Eddie would too,
But we hear the car doors slam,
There’s people showing up,
We’re sitting on the porch,
Both of us.