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Beyond the Frame

Comrade, I am thinking of you now
With my eyes shut I’ll conjure you somehow
Fumbling through the first half of the year
Thinking any moment that you’ll choose to reappear

You and I were only passing ships
But the highways that we sailed they looked the same
The cigarette you held between your lips
Was for someone who was just beyond the frame

By midnight you were simply getting started
By three AM you’d start to hit your groove
No hotel room or hallway left uncharted
With nothing left and everything to prove

First you’re gone, and then you go
The first goodbye has nothing on the last hello

This is your universe
And I’m lost in it
No stars at noon to light my way

Goddamn your universe
This very minute
This endless hour
This dreamless day

No one could score the soundtrack for your sadness
No one who’d sing a note could save your soul
No telegram to tell you this is madness
Go find your family and fuck this rock and roll

This is your universe
And we’re lost in it
No stars at noon to light my way

Goddamn your universe
This very minute
This endless hour
Bye, bye blue Jay