Hang

Nothing lasts forever. That’s what all the wise men say. I think I might love you forever. What do wise men know, anyway?

Now you say everything’s different, And you have to go. Well, I guess I can’t argue. You know what you know.

But threads are still running Through memories we shared. And I don’t claim to own anyone’s future, But I can’t deny I’m a little bit scared.

If you can Hang a little longer. I know it’s not the same, Now you’re out there on your own. But I just need A moment to get stronger, Before I step ahead And live the life we led Together... alone.

(How long is he going to stay here?) (He says he’s not leaving.) (He can’t be serious.) (Even the supermarket’s closing.) (He’s been here all his life.) (What does that matter?) (There’s nothing here.) (You try to talk him into moving.) (He can’t be happy here, all by himself.) (I don’t get the attraction.) (He remembers. He remembers everything.)

Betty went back to Boston. Connie and Jim are way out west. None of our friends still hang around here. I suppose that’s for the best.

All my neighbors and family Have places to be. Well, I guess I can’t argue. They see what they see.

But threads are still running Through the bleach white bones of this town. And I don’t claim to know if it even matters, But the dust and the rust here are dragging me down.

Nothing lasts forever. I hear that’s what wise men say. Well, I think I might love you forever. What do wise men know, anyway?