From Boise, Id, With Dom


I'm looking out
And thinking that
"A year from now
We will all be gone"
And he will be alone
No more steps in perfect cadence
And while I'll have a new home
He has 8 thousand lonely miles
And this highway
I turn back
And my brother
Is sleeping
All around dark stars
And slipping time.

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