Afraid to show yourself
And I know that move
Lord I know every note
My mother taught me how
To leave before I’m left
Can you teach me how to stay
Verse Three
She left a note in the winter air
Thousands of words and none of them rhymed
But I knew what she was saying
That aching hunger for love
I kept those pages near
Reached for them in the dark
Found the missing notes between the lines
All those things we never say
Those quiet confessions of a lonely heart
Or something like that anyway
Final Chorus
Or something like that anyway
That’s what we say when it hurts too much
Hide behind our pretty masks
So no one sees the demons
I’ve been leaving before I’m left
Since I learned that’s how it goes
But maybe I’m not so sure no more
Or something...
6
SERAPHINA
“Wait a minute, his guitar is named Georgia?” Lila asked, her wine glass held at mid-air. “That’s so crazy.”
We were all sitting around the table for Saturday dinner at Alex and Gillian’s. Sonya, Alex and Gillian’s housekeeper and cook, had fixed a delicious paella. Vance had paired it with a juicy pinot noir from Oregon. Lila had brought a salad with grilled peaches, arugula and shaved parmesan. Delphine brought one of her sourdough loaves, fresh from the oven.
