thesadeyedlady

Jag har några dagar tänkt på pappas begravning. Den overkliga känslan som kommer över mig när jag blundar. Kistan och blommorna.
Sorgen som etsat sig fast i kapellets väggar. Rädslan som finns i de slitna bänkarna.
Jag är inte riktigt redo att skriva om den än.
Inte än.

"We've been through
some things together
With trunks of memories
still to come
We found things to do
in stormy weather
Long may you run.

Long may you run.
Long may you run.
Although these changes
have come
With your chrome heart shining
in the sun
Long may you run.

Well, it was
back in Blind River in 1962
When I last saw you alive
But we missed that shift
on the long decline
Long may you run.

Long may you run.
Long may you run.
Although these changes
have come
With your chrome heart shining
in the sun
Long may you run.

Maybe The Beach Boys
have got you now
With those waves
singing "Caroline No"
Rollin' down
that empty ocean road
Gettin' to the surf on time.

Long may you run.
Long may you run.
Although these changes
have come
With your chrome heart shining
in the sun
Long may you run."