simon joyner
parachute
I think that smile is shutting down  Or maybe it's just flinching  The sun shot up just like a child  But these old hands are only inching  Would you believe it is my fault  I went and made myself lonely  I miss the way she said my name  Like I was a distant city   Winter came and swept away  The birds nest from my chimney  The cold air marched right through the walls  And settled her in my belly  But her memory keeps me tossing  Those letters into the fire  And the flames they're twitching  A love which has retired   Now New York is not a place I'd choose  To have my body buried  But Omaha has got the trains to take  The snow to the cemetery  There is a place called home I believe  If you're willing to step out of the loop  I miss the way she held on to me  Like I was a parachute