Slipping Down the Timeline

Black crow

On the last dead tree before the trees are gone

White snow

On the towering rock that dwarfs the one we're on

There was rain in the desert on the day we came in

I saw shame in the empty hotel

But now it's slipping down the timeline

I almost can't see it anymore

So I take my med and I go to bed

And I watch the sun and I think of the one I left behind

Be kind

For you don't know what they've seen

That is what I gleaned from shame

But now it's slipping down the timeline

I almost can't see it anymore

I wish I could cry about the memories now

But they're slipping down the timeline

I almost can't see 'em anymore