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The Ballad of George

Friday, February 09, 2007 by Ben Myers

by Steve Bagley



Why'd ya leave us, buddy.
Why'd ya go?

What did you know?
That we don't

Did you know a secret?
Like this place is haunted
Did you decide to leave?
And got what you wanted

It was you
in my sleep
in my dream last evening.

Stickers on the door, a convenient store
Stop in for a minute to grab a few things
Push the door open, twice the bell rings

I'm looking for food--and you,
Real smooth,
Go no, dude.
I got all I need

And I knew
What you meant, too

And even after you're through
It echoes, what you said
On the inside of my head
As you pay for one pack
Of Marlboro reds.

Twenty-four years left not a trace,
And no man can keep pace
With the dragon chase,
And even in this void I feel no hate
Because we'll chill again,
This earth's a round place.