(Music and Lyrics: Sam Mullins)
I was killing time and I saw you though a window
You were grading papers at the bar
I was just nineteen, headstrong but shallow
Half a tank of gas and a cheap guitar
You’re counting capsules
Chemicals to clear your memory
I’m counting empties
Another vintage year for you and me
That’s Chemistry.
Sometimes we made love in the
Shadows of a graveyard
You would whisper sonnets in my ear.
You filled my head with Socrates and Kierkegaard
Told me that your father was King Lear
You’re seeing borders
Places where you would rather be
I’m seeing landmarks
Hotels where you laid next to me
Geography
Did I talk too much or not enough?
Did it scare you that I called your bluff?
And did I miss some subtle clue?
Or did I simply misconstrue your intentions?
Were you sometimes bored to tears?
And did the hours seem like years?
While I tried in vain to comprehend
Your constant quest to transcend three dimensions
You’re tracing footsteps
Somewhere by the Sea of Galilee
I’m reading postcards
The last one dated 1993
That’s History