We closed that bar and we closed that town.
The sun looked different coming up than it did going down.
That was long ago - do you still love me or do you Hatem me?
I wouldn't know - I haven't seen you lately.
We could have died dancing in each other's arms
or driving home close and warmout through the little farms,
or in the bed, holding on and shaking.
But we did not - and where you been lately?
I can see your eyes, so dark and knowing,
and I wonder where that distant train is going.
If I found you, would you smile - would you take me?
I only know I miss you so much lately.
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