The skies sit in a slight overcast
No sun here waving at half mast
I lay wondering at what I just witnessed
It brought you closer even though you remain distanced
You were there, my fingertips in reach
Yet something repelled me in your speech
Maybe the curtain is being pulled closed
And I’ve hit the dead end of this road
All I wanted was a little more time
Because I can’t put the reason to your rhyme
Two months, and it’s been radio silent
So I’m on my own as the pilot
There’s no ill will if that’s your worry
That all left me in an earlier flurry
Until then it’s time to make my own peace and go
Because I have no intention of staying low
