GOODBYE
by Ian Jeffrey Slavin, ©
2001
(song version forthcoming on
this site)
I was born in New Jersey
on a cold winter’s night
Knew something was wrong there
but I knew you’d make it right
So you offered to take me away
but I couldn’t decide that day . . .
So you left for your promised land, and I stayed behind
And didn’t ask why, as you said goodbye.
(then you showed me)
Rivers without water
and clouds without rain
And a clear starry sky
so I came there to stay.
You showed me canyons and forests, and valleys and mountains
and a desert you’d never forgotten . . .
We drove across the country
in a little white car
Travelled every road
saw every star.
We saw battlefields and monuments and historical places.
You showed me America’s faces.
It was a fortune, without money; and stories without lies.
Then I went off to see the world, and I said goodbye.
Now I look on those days, through the rubble and rust;
Still I hear you clear in my mind – “In God We Trust.”
Now your photograph graces the hall,
with the writing there on the wall:
I held your hand the day that I watched you die;
Then I said our last prayer together – then we said goodbye.
Fortunes without money
come without fame.
You just hope that someone
remembers your name.
So I’ll tell all your grandsons about you.
It’s the least – and really all – I can do.
. . . I stayed behind,
and I didn’t ask why – I just said goodbye.