When the sun is almost out of view I see the old man climbing to his roof Leans against the sky into the painted distance Tries to hear it every night He wants to make it right
Calling out of somewhere Voices in the shadows Calling out of someplace Moving one by one
Says he had sons, all about my age Can't remember more the pictures fade Blink and years go by the days go on forever Shines the medals every day He doesn't miss a day
Under indigo and charcoal skies He listens when the traffic rattle dies On the jetstream signals at the edge of silence More than half a world away Is not so far away
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