(c) 2014 Hoover/Stoeckel
Out the screen door, Martin Backpacker, in a soft case
And the only place to go in his old world is to that place from thoughts before
He stumbles on a graveyard, only to realize the fact
That he’s spent his life with skeletons
in a secret place he kept behind a door
Will she wait for him?
Will she be there, again?
Thinking of a first kiss, his lips long to touch her soft face
And he only hopes she waited all the time-like she said she would for sure
His mind sees her fumble in darkness to let him inside
But what if she’s with skeletons
And just can’t seem to remember him?
Was it him in that scene?
He checks his empty pockets
For something telling him the truth and push away the stone
He stands in the moment and feels the earth moving slow
And as he closes his eyes he can hear the fears and doubts beneath his feet
All of the secrets of everyone revealed to him
The sunlight bleaches the bones free of sadness again
And she waits for him
And she'll be there again to push away the stone
What if she’s with skeletons-and can’t seem to remember-to push away the stone?