Funny, nothing seems to have changed.
Same porch, same old couch,
same view, even the hummingbird is 
back, zooming from flower to flower like
a man deranged.

I's been three long years since she's 
broken-down and cried.
But yesterday the phone didn't ring,
nobody called to say sorry, your dad
has just died.

It's inevitable, fact of life, she knows. 
Death is a monster-debt we all owe 
and every dog has his day.
Sooner or later the good, the bad, the pretty,
the ugly, no exceptions they all gotta pay.

You're never quite prepared though.
Sometimes you see it coming and sometimes 
you don't.
Whenever it hits a loved one, nothing 
really softens the blow.

She's never been one to sit around and pray.
But lord knows, she'd give anything to
turn the clock back to
Yesterday


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