Aduantas

Nobody wrote down How many times he was sick On the passage to Boston I'd like to know though That and the sound of streets He would shortly get lost in What I wouldn't give for just a photograph or two Pity he could not afford a camera Even all the colors of a modern day machine Could not contain the strangeness of America What of the moment Far enough inland When the salt smell faded to background Nothing familiar But sewage and billiards And the same lonesome feeling of all crowds Pushing through to find the place his cousin had arranged Tomorrow he'll be filling in the Back Bay Would I even recognize the grain of my own voice If I could hear the song he sang on his way "I stepped aboard a vision and followed with a will" "Shoulder to shoulder Crammed into trenches There was no hope escaping that anger All of that fighting To put blood down in writing But the dirt's never worth what they wager If they ask, just tell 'em that I died in both world wars There's more to learn from solving your own mysteries Leaving you with nothing was the best I could afford With no imagined friends or so-called enemies"