been out proclaiming a thousand miles from home
with a few tools of the trade and a lot of more or less alone
we live these lives like they never will run out
sand through the hourglass but we’ve lost the count

so you listen to the wind and you listen to the rain
and trace the trail of crumbs up the path again
when you’re writing your chapter know how much i care
and forgive me darling when i’m not there

– Bill Mallonee, “I’m Not There”