from East Asheville Hardware
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- (by Bob Franke)
Death took the husband of a neighbor of mine
On a highway with a drunk at the wheel
She told me keep your clean hands off the laundry he left
And don`t tell me you know how I feel
She had a tape that he`d sent her from a Holiday Inn
That she never played much in the day
But when I heard him say I love you through the window at night
I just stayed the hell away
Chorus:
There`s a hole in the middle in the middle of the prettiest life
So the lawyers and the prophets say
Not your father nor your mother nor your lover`s ever gonna make it go away
Now there`s too much darkness in an endless night
To be afraid of the way we feel
Let`s be kind to each other
Not forever but for real
My father never put his parachute on
In the pacific back in World War II
He said he`d rather go down in familiar flame
Than get lost in that endless blue
Well some of that blue got into my eyes
And we never stopped fighting that war
Until I first understood about endlessness
And I loved him like never before
There`s a hole in the middle in the middle of the prettiest life
So the lawyers and the prophets say
Not your father nor your mother nor your lover`s ever gonna make it go away
Now there`s too much darkness in an endless night
To be ashamed of the way we feel
Let`s be kind to each other
Not forever but for real
Lucky my daughter got her mother`s nose
And just a little of her father`s eyes
And we`ve got just enough love
That when the longing takes me
It takes me by surprise
And I remember that longing from my highway days
When I never could give it a name
And it`s lucky that I discovered in the nick of time
That the woman and the child aren`t to blame
For the hole in the middle of a pretty good life
I only face it `cause it`s here to stay
Not my father nor my mother nor my daughter nor my lover
Nor the highway made it go away
But now there`s too much darkness in an endless night
to be afraid of the way I feel
I`ll be kind to my loved ones
Not forever but for real
Some say god is a lover, some say it`s an endless void
And some say both, and some say she`s angry
And some say just annoyed
But if god felt a hammer in the palm of his hand
Then god knows the way we feel
And then love lasts forever
Forever and for real
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