Press down, slow release
Roll on to road
Beside me, clenching his knees
He says he's not ready to go
His final daughter buckled in
Breaking a promise I made to him
I came home with a card
Officiating the news
I say I won't go far
I wish it were true
Age makes no offers to us
Running like water off the bluffs
Swim ashore when you must
I'll meet you at the end of the dust