Souvenirs

Souvenirs - Pat Surface/Mary LaPlant/John Ely/The Boundary Water Boys

Here is a poem that my lady sent down

Some morning while I was away

Wrote on the back

Of a leaf that she found

Somewhere around Monterey

And here is the key to a house far away

Where I used to live as a child

They tore down the building

When I moved away

And left the key unreconciled

And down in the canyon

The smoke starts to rise

It rides on the wind

Till it reaches your eyes

When faced with the past

The strongest man cries cries

And down in the canyon

The smoke starts to rise

It rides on the wind

Till it reaches your eyes

When faced with the past

The strongest man cries cries

And here is a sunrise

To set on your sill

The ghosts of the dawn moving near

They pass through your sorrow

And leave you quite still

Sitting among souvenirs