If You Were Gone
If you should ever chose to go,
This is what I’d want you to know:
My life would keep going on.
I would allow you to go free,
To be who and where you’d want to be,
Without annoying you or clinging on.
No, I wouldn’t drag myself around,
Mumbling, staring at the ground.
I’d still drive to work each day.
I’d watch too much television,
Or bury myself in my religion,
Because all my zest for life would go away.
My favorite foods would all taste bland,
And I’d cease to play my baby grand.
I’d stop writing songs and poetry.
My house wouldn’t feel like a home;
All it’s pastels would seem monochrome--
And all my pictures would seem a mockery.
If you were ever taken from me,
Freed from the bonds of mortality,
I suspect that I’d follow right behind.
I’d rather be with you over there,
Than without you in any anywhere.
Your loss would always be on my mind.
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I’m not saying that I wouldn’t miss you,
Because deep inside I would.
I wouldn’t ever try to replace you--
I wouldn’t even If I could.
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