Staying on track 'till March 14, But I'm trying to go back, Can you feel it slipping? I'll hold it, I'll fold it And put it away 'till you can't even think about it anymore.
But high on a stack Of unopened books, When you've pried away All the rust and sawdust, If you're trying to find Just a piece of my mind That seems to exist in earnest —
Bit of unfinished business, A quiet thought That you really can't overthrow the rest with; If you'd really rip all the way through Mordor, This is how you can trust the rest to live.
Posthumous justification — Really don't know what came through with this one, but Oh, please have fun when I go.
And if you go and ask a question, Really do be careful with the answer, lest you find Something I don't want to know.
And if I go away, You'll never go away… I've tried to find the time, But I can't bring myself to
Go away; It never goes away; And you can't step in the same river twice.
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