Elegy

Elegy

Heavy hurting was a thief of sleep
until you laid your hand upon my cheek
Only trying to catch my breath
from the moment that you left
what a stranger to this grief

Knocking around by your grave
with an awful lot to say
Well I just kept it to myself
cause there was really no one else
I felt like talking to that day

Heavy hurtin
Heavy hurtin

I was looking through your tackle box
Found a lure that I liked a lot
Smoothed the edges carefully
made a keychain just for me
a fisherwoman I am not

I've been trying lately to be free
As bits of you emerge valiantly
How in the world you got it done
with just a moment in the sun
beneath that lovely weepy tree

Heavy hurtin heavy heavy hurtin
Heavy hurtin




I really hope you didn't mind
when I cut your hair that night
You always liked to keep it neat
but I was desperate for a piece
I took the scissors, cut it blind

Gliding lightly past the door
I saw your silver head I'm sure
I'll just keep it to myself
because there's really no one else
who will believe this kooky lore

Heavy hurtin heavy heavy hurtin
Heavy hurtin

I'll sit idly by myself
with your picture on the shelf
chartering a brand new course
Heavy hurtin heavy heavy hurtin
Heavy hurtin
Trying lately to be free
let you know if I succeed
and learn to navigate once more
Heavy hurtin heavy heavy hurtin
Heavy hurtin

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