It seems as though you haven't left
You're still here at this ol' house
I've shed my symbols of grief and then some
But still there's no relief.
Looking down at the ground from this great big oak
I close my eyes It's only a sound: or some sick sort of joke
I heard your laughter as the wind blew, but turning around I kind of knew.
And as I guessed, It's only the rest of the tree Im staring at.
I pass by sometimes and look at 7317 Lake road,
It's changed so much from when I was growing up,
Your tulips still are growing by the way.
Just covered up like they aint got nothing left to say.
I guess that can be a metaphor for you
Cuz' I know your still around there, your just covered up.
In something new they've done down there,
With nothing left for this world to save.
