Old Places and Younger Faces

[couchgrouch]

Old Places and Younger FacesIt was nearly time to leave townI hugged my Dad then drove aroundfelt like a six so I headed outto Sam's Country MarketSam was someone John and I useta trustwhen we bought beer he never carded ustold me he turned down ninety thousand buckswhen they wanted to build a Targeteverywhere I looked that daywas a mirror immune to timelife had blown the years awaybut in mem'ries I seemed to findold places and younger facessad goodbyes filled with warm embracesfate and life have many phasesbut if we look we'll find tracesof old places and younger facesev'ry church and school I drove pastwas flying a flag at half mastI couldn't b'lieve Sam still sold Pabstand I popped one when I reached the quarryI recalled the last time I drank therefour beers and John admitted he was scaredbut he still signed up to do his sharethat's the beginning of the end of the storythere was water at the bottomfrom two months of summer rainsomehow I saw Johnny's reflectionand his scared eyes looked the sameold places and younger facessad goodbyes filled with warm embracesfate and life have many phasesbut if we look we'll find tracesof old places and younger facesI found that girl's blouse n jeansJohn had hid when they skinnydippednow just like my brother's dreamsthose clothes are faded and rippedsat by the hollow oakfull of old bottles and cansand that stuff we useta smokethat smoke drifted like our plansnow the past is in the dirt and in the airJohn is gone but somehow he's ev'ry whereold places and younger facessad goodbyes filled with warm embracesfate and life have many phasesbut if we look we'll find tracesof old places and younger faces(c)2005 Robert George