Seven Days
August 28, 2006Scott Downes No Comments »I’ve read the sadness
In the lines below your eyes
I know there’s madness
I should never analyze
But it’s been seven days since you called
And I’m wondering if this is all.
Composed a message
Tried to make you laugh.
It was stitched together
From ten or fifteen drafts,
Said it’s been seven days since you called
And I’m wondering if things have stalled.
Don’t stop, Janie, I won’t stop,
Maybe I will stop,
Or maybe I can’t stop waiting for you.
Don’t stop, Janie, I won’t stop,
I’m thinking I should stop,
But what if I can’t stop waiting for you.
It was a strange mist,
Rain floating like snow.
I walked and wandered,
Unsure where I should go.
And it’s been seven days since you said
The moment’s not dying it’s dead.
All your attention,
I admit, it didn’t hurt a bit.
Saw you reflected
In the golden glow of it.
But it’s been seven days since you said
You can’t get me out of your head.
Don’t stop, Janie, I won’t stop,
Maybe I will stop,
Or maybe I can’t stop waiting for you.
Don’t stop, Janie, I won’t stop,
I’m thinking I should stop,
But what if I can’t stop waiting for you.
Now I won’t say much
I won’t invoke the Great Emotion.
Never really need that much—
Just your occasional devotion.
But it’s been seven days since I’ve heard
Even the slightest encouraging word.
Strawberry sweetness
Grows in the jar that’s on the shelf
I keep these stories
And I repeat them to myself
And it’s been seven days long so far
And I’m wondering just where you are
Don’t stop, Janie, I won’t stop,
Maybe I will stop,
Or maybe I can’t stop waiting for you.
Don’t stop, Janie, I won’t stop,
I’m thinking I should stop,
But what if I can’t stop waiting for you.
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