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Close to Home 2
by Lars Schweighauser
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This morning I smelled you on my breath again
I saw that wooden puzzle box sitting on my desk again
All glossy and smooth, and full of my secrets
On it a carving of an elephant
Protecting another baby elephant
Guarding picks and stones, my precious things
The pattern in the grain shows me what I've done
So I toss the elephants away in a drawer
These signals from home can't help me anymore
I remember days in the library
You reading silent right next to me
Maybe that is where
I am supposed to be
Instead visions of you fade slow
Like the screen of a cathode ray TV
I thought I saw you on the bus again
It's just another clueless lookalike again
I try hard not to stare, I could try harder
I hold my breath so I don't have to think of you again
I close my eyes and all I see is you again
I see you clear as day but Portland has you now
I pull the cord to get off at the first stop
I'm gasping for air when the driver opens the door
This static from home can't help me anymore
I remember ranting the finer points of Python 3.0
I can't blame you for not listening to me
Maybe this is where
I am supposed to be
Watching visions of you fade slow
Like the screen of a cathode ray TV
This morning I smelled you on my breath again
I saw that wooden puzzle box sitting on my desk again
All glossy and smooth, and full of my secrets
On it a carving of an elephant
Protecting another baby elephant
Guarding picks and stones, my precious things
The pattern in the grain shows me what I've done
So I toss the elephants away in a drawer
These signals from home can't help me anymore
I remember days in the library
You reading silent right next to me
Maybe that is where
I am supposed to be
Instead visions of you fade slow
Like the screen of a cathode ray TV
I thought I saw you on the bus again
It's just another clueless lookalike again
I try hard not to stare, I could try harder
I hold my breath so I don't have to think of you again
I close my eyes and all I see is you again
I see you clear as day but Portland has you now
I pull the cord to get off at the first stop
I'm gasping for air when the driver opens the door
This static from home can't help me anymore
I remember ranting the finer points of Python 3.0
I can't blame you for not listening to me
Maybe this is where
I am supposed to be
Watching visions of you fade slow
Like the screen of a cathode ray TV
