| Garage Band Part 2: The Reunion Gig |
| Pale green shadows are cast on my face from the street light above that same old stop sign. It's been over a year since that day and the sunshowers replay on the backs of my closed eyelids. Your voice echoes in my mind and I see your hand ------reaching------ I force my eyes open to the night and walk numbly to the door of my lost nightmares. Only, when it opens, they're gone and it's just tonight--- not fifteen months ago. The wailing of his guitar is already fading into the closet of my memory... h e ' s g o n e . He quit the band not long after that day in the rain and the rivers of tar dried up. As for me and you, we never did run to that stop sign---- the timing never was quite right again. But as I sit here with our new recruit, his fingers in my hair whisking me off to sleep, I wonder if we'll ever get that same chance. I hope so. We put on a damned good show tonight! Written on September 2, 1999 |