When I finally found you,
you were standing in a crowd,
but you were not there, not there.
Took my hammer from my bag,
and I rang against the ground,
and you were not scared, not scared.
Your eyes were set like concrete,
they were staring at the ground
You were not there, not there
The crack had split the hall,
the bricks had split the walls
And you died beneath the rubble
I got an Italian digging horse,
I got a dog that I could ride
I found your shirt amidst the rocks,
I found the bodies where they dropped,
Some wa ter dangled down,
but it pulled up when I came around,
I poured your whiskey in a hole,
I opened up a book of prose
I was lonely, I want you back
they were sitting on the ground
And you were not there, not there
I placed it back into my bag
And you were not scared, not scared
but I couldn't find your eyes
You were not there, not there
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