From the recording Seneca Guns
Before the war, the noise was in my head--
My paramour, my muse, my daily bread.
"You slept an autumn by my side"--
A season low and deep and wide--
You spent a lifetime by my side.
Before the war turned ugly, I was sure.
And I was clean, though not exactly pure.
But late at night, the noise keeps me awake--
Forgotten how to live without an ache.
You decent people with your plans,
You cannot hope to understand.
This is no place for hearts or hands.
“A truth that’s told with bad intent
Beats any lie you can invent.”
And absence makes the heart grow darker--
Oh, so much darker.