Bye Bye

(...)

We sit around drinking tables
Stabilized and keeping score
But my mind is somewhere out the door.

Oh, we have grown.
Maybe I've overstayed a while in my time in exile,
and oh, time has flown.
And the only thing I've learned: I want a life now of my own.

We go to clubs.
The songs are old, the evening's blown,
we go our ways and take taxis home.

We talk of sunday outings
and medicate to fight the doubting
but we know we'll always be

alone.
We have grown.
I've overstayed a while in my time in exile.
Oh, time has flown.
And the only thing I've learned: I want a life now of my own... of my own.

Well that’s my year spent in exile. Second guessed and dressed up in tatters.
My birth feet didn’t take this path and I’m still looking for a life that matters.
More than chit-chat we listen to the streets.
We’re all dead beats and these old habits are starting to show through.
Sorry I didn’t get to know you.

Oh, time has flown.
I've overstayed a while in my time in exile.
And oh, we have grown.
The one thing that I've learned: I want a life now of my own.

Bye bye to the friends I've known in my time in exile.


---by Stephan Jenkins