Circles

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Circles ©2016 Robert George BMI

Well, I’d just unpacked my suitcase and my duffle bag
I was gazin’ out the farmhouse window at a ghost
Then I saw a young deer drinkin’ from an old wheelbarrow
So I grabbed my bow and arrow
And I walked out past the old wood chipper and a broke fence post

As I tracked that deer I couldn’t help but think of Dad
I’d been home all day but I hadn’t been to see him yet
Shadows seemed to dance among the long grass in the forest
Hoot owls were a haunting chorus
As the daylight shattered on the trees in the gold sunset

And the phantom train of fate
Has a crazy travel plan
It takes passengers and freight
Back where they began

It reminded me how Dad could hunt most anything
He could track a sly fox through the rolling midnight fog
O but he grew reckless and he’d test his own survival
Head out with a rusty rifle
Moonbeams in his field canteen and his old half-blind dog

Then last month a bear was sighted up near Willow Creek
Fish and Game told ev’rybody to avoid that stream
But my stubborn dad went hunting and ignored the warning
And they found him dead one morning
With agave brand tequila in his old canteen

But the phantom train of fate
Has a crazy travel plan
It takes passengers and freight
Back where they began

I was sure that deer turned right at least a coupla times
Then somehow I could feel where it was leading me
It stopped beside my father’s grave and ate some daisies
Then it walked off slow n lazy
And though I’d raised my bow n arrow I just let it be

Well, I kneeled down in the long grass talkin’ to the sky
Things I’d bottled up for years I should’ve told my dad
His old hound has a dusty marker right beside him
Dad still has that dog to guide him
Through eternity and past the diff’rences we had

And the phantom train of fate
Has a crazy travel plan
It takes passengers and freight
Back where they began

Maybe he’s become the hoot owl perched upon the old wood chipper
Or an angel sippin’ cool agave from the Little Dipper
Then he’ll track creation’s secret footprints past Orion
But when he returns he’ll find me in this meadow cryin’

Cos the phantom train of fate
Has a crazy travel plan
It takes passengers and freight
Back where they began