and glass like water splashed apart before we all regretted it.
Oh, this is Monday and you are Sunday,
my bags are packed for home again.
I'm looking at a policeman now, and he is looking back at me with his robot heart.
Up and down each well mown lawn are reminders of the part
I played in you, I played in this, the mist, the rain
the morning dew.
You thought I had forgotten to advance but I was just waiting for the cue.