Retired Songs

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Abigail

Abigail
I hate to see you lie in bed all day
waiting for the call
he'll never answer

he's so small
that even if you manage to find a way
to climb above that wall
there's just no chance, dear

you're looking for romance
and it's the last thing that you'll find

Abigail
I can't wait until you finally speak your mind
"everything is fine"
but not behind your glasses

you wait in line
and buy a seat to occupy your time
reading all the rhymes
and sleeping through your classes

waiting for your chance
and letting life drift slowly by

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Glory be

we saw the sun
send its first rays
through the crack in my curtains

and then you were gone
driving for days
on your way back to Athens

you called from the car
to tell me the shape
of the clouds on the turnpike

my own shooting star
I gave you my heart
just to see what it felt like

and glory be
to all lost lovers
let someone see
their incantations

we took the train
from city to suburb
asleep after midnight

we went to reclaim
the pact that we made
when we kissed 'neath the streetlight

we walked through the park
collecting the ruins
of my childhood castle

we fought in the dark
we parted in hate
to avoid all the hassle

and glory be
to all lost lovers
let someone see
their incantations