GOODBYE

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.

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