Goodbye

(M Frechette)

I was hoping that i'd find

A plentiful abundance of the encountering kind

We all try to find a way to appease the mind

And the man was on the ballroom floor

A penny for his thoughts they sought

And a whole lot more than what they got

Now it's time that we move on

On a pedestal of paintings they were imprinted upon

Why is easiness the wrath we rake when picking

A thought...

And the man was on his kitchen floor

Searching, scratching, screaming for

A whole lot more than what he got

I see you waving from the highest mountain top

I see you waving goodbye

I was hoping that he'd find

The highest reach atop the highest climb

But it was easiness , the path he took

When picking a thought...

And the man was on is bedroom floor

Praying, pounding, wishing for

A whole lot more than what he got

Now it's time that we move on

On a pedestal of paintings they were imprinted upon

Why is easiness the wrath we rake when picking

A thought...

And the man was on his kitchen floor

Searching, scratching, screaming for

A whole lot more than what he got