MarkRockus

Politicians are screamin' As the writers flock around I sit here on the roof Watching it all go down Posters floating in the wind Their words slowly disappear As I watch a fire dying I'm just wishin' you were here And the pulsation from speakers In a house down the street As the passing children Synchronize to the beat Only birds are left singing Through a howling despair And as I listen to it fading I'm still wishin' you were here And young gurus and bold leaders Tangled up in an invisible web While their followers gather And point fingers at every step Every voice so different Yet all trembling in the same fear And as I too feel it creep in I'm just wishin' you were here And I sit here in the shadow Of a tattered billboard's remains Painting in my mind a world Where no good things fade But even truth, once savored Like a wooden signpost wears And as its bitter taste lingers I'm just wishin' you were here

Won't you come back and take your toothbrush along with you, babe Your pant-buttons too, I can't seem to throw them away Though I know deep inside it'll pass Still I wish that somehow it could last So please, come back and tell me straight How is it, babe Won't you grab these pillowcases and these sheets that we shared Their patterns seem dull to me now without your matching hair Though I know it'll never be true, still I'll keep on loving you So won't you come back and tell me straight How is it, babe Won't you come back and wipe out the traces of you from my mind When all I can see is your footsteps I'd rather be blind Though I still hope in some way You could rediscover me one day I want you to come back and tell me straight How is it, babe Won't you come back and tell me that I'll get to see you no more Or won't you tell me a time and a place, I'll be there way before You know how I feel my love I'll come to your hand like a dove So won't you come back and tell me straight How is it, babe