| I can feel you coming on While at work My mind takes a ride Driving the highway To where you reside I’m coming to see you When you’re not even near Your hands to touch And your voice to hear And though my heart can tell you’re gone I can feel you coming on When I get home My eyes can’t adjust To a world full of me And empty of us The television’s blank And the clock, frozen still The hearth without flame And the glasses unfilled Fresh snow rests on the lawn But I can feel you coming on I know where you might be And I could find you like my keys But it wouldn’t do any good without the will I used to hear you sing every echo that would ring Now all I hear is the wind against the sill When I awake I will try to pretend That you returned last evening And we were us again Though the bed betrays the lie And the lie denies all hurts Between what used to be a blessing And then became a curse No other voice can sing your song But still I feel you coming on -s.g., goderich- |
| Coming On |