'Til I'm Gone

I remember sitting on the concrete steps in front of my front door.
A plate of hotcakes on my lap, a glass of cold milk on the floor.
I remember the sunlight shining on everything I know
that had to stay when I had to go.

I remember the grassy hills somewhere on up the road
where I'd lay myself down comfy and it seemed like time just slowed.
I remember the clouds coming fast my way saying,
"Now, girl. Here's a storm."
And I had to leave for someplace warm.

And all these good-byes opened my eyes.

Don't you think the rushing river flows for a reason?
Doesn't matter where you are right now,
doesn't matter where you've been.
But tell me one last time
that forgetting ain't a crime,
and I'll go on
'til I'm gone.

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