eighty-five

You couldn't help yourself when you sat next to me

You talked about the job and told the same stories

I didn't think that when you finally met your end

It'd be around the time that I could make ends meet, meet, meet, meet

It's so soon, after eighty-five years, I'd walk another mile

Beside you, crossing oceans of time

A new moon, silver hair in flight, push and pulling of the tide

Don't mind you, what you're leaving behind

You talked about the time you gave up cigarettes

That hasn't kept me from the nasty habit yet