Sundowners - The Language of Man

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Wishing that they’d have more time
Your friends are gone and you’re left alive
Will I come to terms before I go? Will I ever learn?
Will I ever grow? I don’t think I can, I think the answer’s no
The first and last time I met you, you were inching down the road
Your cane kicked dust and your stories end was told
You sat down on that bench, brittle bones beneath you
Your eyes showed loss and I knew you were alone
Suspenders strapped, you began to speak how you just got back from the hospital.
The days gotta be closing in.
I thought about myself ahead not knowing when that could be
It must go quicker than we know.