Something Left

When you're driving
From Cleveland to Cincinnati
You roll back time on the 3-C Highway with me
Tracing geology

'Cause the ground gets older
Rock strata and segmentation
All the years of sedimentation
That led to my destination

Then all upended
By means twisted and timeless
And random acts of blindness
Unforeseen

Friends I should have talked to
Revelations missed
Days that I fought through
Dizzy with "what if"
The time I never took
The tree I never shook
They all had something left to give

Your 1995
Was someone's 1959
You both saw that summer light
Come alive

But time stays casual
When we're all just carbon-dating
Fossil fuels are waiting
In our bones

Friends I'll never talk to
Ideas will never stick
The certainty of solitude
The fall and then the lift
The time I'll never take
The hand that I'll foresake
They'll all have something left to give

This Midwest winter
That tricky sun is quick to sink
This Ohio son could use a drink
Or a whisper



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Writer(s): Matt Smith
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