There was a ring in the garbage just this morning-
That I wore upon my finger twenty years.
There are stains on the cover of my pillow
That I put there with a thousand bitter tears...
Thereís a hollow in my heart which I am doubting
That Iíll ever fill, no matter what I try.
And a question, of the answer, Iím uncertain...
Which one of us decided on goodbye?
Do we love? or did we ever? I mean, Really?
Or were we swept along by circumstance?
Is the heartache which we suffered so, together-
A part of every couples true romance?
Can two souls who are so very, very different-
Ever find a common meeting ground?
Or is a marriage like the world we dwell on?
An institution which goes round and round?
Am I angry? I donít know. I guess, Yeah! Maybe?
But still the bitter question does remain-
Am I mad at you? or me? or just creation?
And what to do about the rage and pain?
Oh, we acted like we had it all together....
Were ready now to turn a brand new page...
But how on earth can I just start all over?
You know Iím nearly fifty years of age.
Where to go? And how to make a living?
Paying child support is hard to do.
I guess thatís what we get for being stupid,
And having kids when we were thirty two.
I guess Iíll get the truck and just go driving-
It helps me just to drive and think a spell.
Where to go, and what to do from this point?
I guess the answer, only time will tell.
Live large, people!