Goose Eggs

B               F#           
What we built, at the kiln that 
           A
won’t be stilled
        G
Did not set well:
B                       F#
The old veil of desire
                        A
Like the vessels that we fired
        G
Fell thin as eggshells

Bm                      A
And every season, somebody burns
Downtown, taking turns–
C                               G
Taking a bus, to take a train and 
just plain vamoose

Bm                                
Now the wind blows coals over the 
      A
hills. Honey
I’ve been paying my bills
C                             
But honey it’s been a long time 
          G
since I’ve come to any use

Bm
And it hurt me bad, when I heard the
 news
D
That you’d got that call, and could 
not refuse
A                                 
(A goose, alone, I suppose, can 
              E
know the loneliness of geese
E                               D
Who never find their peace, 
                       A           
whether North, or South, or West, 
    F#m
or East, West or East;
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E
And I could never find my way
D                             
To being the kind of friend you 
          A
seemed to need in me
G               F
Till the needing had ceased.)

B               F#               
Recently, a bottle of rye, and a 
       A
friend, and me,
              G
on our five loose legs,
B                       F#
had a ramble, and spoke
                        A          
of the scrambling of broken hopes, 
     G
and goose eggs,
Bm                      A
and a stranger, long ago.
(Not you, honey! You, I know.)
C                               G
We just spoke of broken hopes and 
old strangers.
Bm                                
Now the wind blows coals over the 
      A
sea.
Tell you what, honey: you and me
C                            
Better run and see if we can't 
           G
contain them, first.

Bm
But you had somewhere that you had 
to go,
D
and you caught that flight out of 
Covalo.
A                              
Now, overhead, you’re gunning in 
        E
those Vs,
E
where you had better find your 
peace,
   D                       A      
whether north, or south, or west, 
         F#m
or east. West, or east.
E
And I had better find my way
D                             
to being the kind of friend you 
          A
seemed to need in me,
G               F
at last (at least).

E
What’s redacted will repeat,
D                                 
and you cannot learn that you burn
      A
 when you touch the heat,
             F#m
so we touch the heat,
E
and we cut facsimiles of love and 
death
D                                 
(just separate holes in sheets
      A

G                                 
where you cannot breathe, and you 
     F
cannot see).

E                                 
And I cannot now, for the life of 
        D
me, believe our talk—
     A
our flock had cause to leave,
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but do we? do we?