Difficult Goodbye

Bathed in sunlight,
Woke from dreams of murderous intention,
Pursued by men and dogs and things I'm just too scared to mention.
And the first thing that I think of are her sympathetic eyes
That see with only positive emotion.

And she talks of being grumpy,
But grumpy's not her style.
And I soak up all her beauty,
'Cause I'm only here a while.

I muddle through my docket,
And nestle in the pocket.
I just sit back and think about the world.
And the only thing I see when she's looking back at me
Is the promise of how life could be.

And as I wrote my chest got tight for her,
I know that I'm not right for her.
I couldn't live if I ever caused her pain,
But at least I have a message that I can leave
That tells her of this spin inside.
My gears turning,
I'm still learning to trust myself,
But at least I've told her of this difficult goodbye...

Edwin McCain