He had left to get away from it all,
so he could know it all.

'Cept everyone knew his address
and stopped by like flies at a picnic.

I brought him pie, an' he said,
'No, no, not for me.'

I began to cry and he wept with me
like a long lost brother.

As he wiped a tear from my eye he said,
'If I know you, but I don't know myself,
I know neither of us.'

So I traveled back down the hill.

And it was then that I knew 
like the saint that I aint,
there's nothing left to do
and no where to go back.

And when I arrived to where I came,
he was still with me.                                                 © 1999 by David Bozzi