Robert Mosci

Bloop copyright 2010 by Nora Asher

Zographia Publishing / ASCAP

 

Change is good that’s what they say,

And I agree in everyway

But listen to this phenomenon,

About the aches that never seem to be gone

 

Weeks be by and hair does grow,

Friends are made and age too shows

But when I return all reflects,

That it’s all the same, that same pain in my chest

 

And it sprang that sunny afternoon

Didn’t foreshadow the coming doom

There is no sign, there is no sign

There is no sign of you leaving soon.

 

Like the creakin’ chair and unmoved stones,

That need still lingers in my bones

It’s always there silent, the same,

The flutter sense and goosebumps all remain

 

Please get off my mind

You’ve nothin’ to leave behind

Why can’t you ever fly away?

 

And though at home nothin’ goes wrong,

You still keep playin’ that same old song

‘Cause near the peak no I’m not me

And out comes this irrationality

 

And it sprang that sunny afternoon

Didn’t foreshadow the coming doom

There is no sign, there is no sign

There is no sign of you leaving me soon.......