Winthrop

when we get back to winthrop
 a few miles from the airport
 on a plastic chair
 on a deck where my friends live
 i watch the taking off airplanes
 i watch the ocean waves crashing
 with all of this movement something's got to give
 down at the high tide
 passed down through the family
 the fishermen gather to complain about the catch
 they talk about time
 they talk about tides
 the pull of the moon and the coffee deep night black
 and i listen to them
 and i listen to you
 and for everyone there is something never coming back
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 but for all that we've been through
 for all that we've promised
 your wayward direction seems insensible
 words fall off like breathless fish
 all flopping and scattered
 and hearts picked over deemed dispensible
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 down at the high tide
 we're there for our last meal
 the broken loaves are still enough for all
 and we talk about time
 and we talk about tides
 under the moon with the deep night coffee black
 i hear the dim roar of the last flight out
 and for someone there is someone never coming back
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 we talk about time
 we talk about tides
 under the moon and the deep night coffee black
 i hear the dim roar of the last flight out
 and for someone there is someone never coming back