When you played, you were hoping
When you played, you were dreaming
When you played, you were fretless
Leave to chance a late night dance
Kitchen chairs pushed to the walls
low low low low low low low low
Sound waves pull us, down we go
Know what I’m sayin?
I’ll never hear that phrase again
Without hearing your voice
Sidewalk hearts, reconnecting,
reflecting, projecting, all-protecting
Keeping the prisms from taking your night
Holding these moments up to the life
What was so funny?
Something stupid
Something sophomoric
Doesn’t matter now
But it was perfect then
A final shout out down the street
A call to pray your soul to keep
To be wise, to open eyes, to stay alive
To hold these moments up to the life
Goodbye, my smiling-eyed friend
Until we meet and hug again
I hope you were hoping
I hope you were dreaming
I hope you were fretless
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