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I thought love was sure
And truth was so plain
Transparent as glass
And real as the rain
I believed he'd be home
At the close of each day
Stamping his boots out
Shaking wind from his hair, and
Bringing fire from heaven
One day the eyes close
And the heart gives in
Someone goes out
But no one comes in
And his coat is still there
On the bed where it lay
Newspaper folded
Empty shoes, empty sleeves, and
Not one word from heaven
Goodbye to my phantom friend
Guess I'll be saving hello for the end
God speed to the soul on the high wire
I'll remember his song for as long as I sing
And his very kind loan of fire
And nothing is sure
And nothing is plain
Fragile as glass
Passing like rain
I pretend he's not gone
That he's merely away
But some days I go out
With my hat in my hand
Begging fire from heaven
Goodbye all my phantom friends
Guess I'll be saving hello for the end
God speed to the souls on the high wire
I'll remember their songs
For as long as I sing
And their very kind loan of fire
-------- Music & Lyrics © 2012 Sarah Kernochan
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