I never lived in Newfield

& now when the going is good

I slip back in time

take a walk around the block

nobody I knew from then

is ever out walking alone

maybe they moved on too

maybe they died took the river out

leaving nothing behind but blue

& what could we say to each other

that wouldn’t open those wounds

came from being here

not ever calling this a home

could put right those wrongs

from people doing the things

they thought were fine & best

from knowing no better

& if there’s one thing I learned

travelling the river out of town

these are the people

will take all forgiveness

both hands at the same time

to race out & do it all over again

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