If my eyes could find you, what else could they attract?
All the shame for this place, drove us both to jump the tracks
But when the open roads West were slowly cul-de-sac’d
We’d gotten out of Dodge, yet the past was slyly packed
If a rock was just a stone, and that’s all you’d ever known?
If the fun with your friends was a secret, closet phone?
We wanted to be together, but we’d always been alone
What was supposed to happen now the final coop had been flown?
So, we packed up once again but went our separate ways
All the memories built together, a lost confusing haze
When we burned down all the fields that were planted for the graze
Now these eyes that once were finding, look for children being raised
Image credit: Illustration for the story “Wanted—a Diamond Ring!” (18 August 1860), Frederick Walker
Primitive Joe 
