Carthy Four

Can't get around the news, that you’ve slipped away, your note tells the truth, you stepped off the Metro, finished up your days, left me with the loans, I haven't got a clue, what in heaven's name, I’m going to do, everything we call home, doesn’t glisten the same, the dogs see you go, I sing hopeless tunes, trapped within their gaze, everything is blue, you just left us alone, as if it was some game, made jelly of our bones, I am a bitter fruit, to put upon your plate, ask where you are going, dancing in the rain?