driving the same road, not much to see   going toward weather more suited to me   ending this whole thing by waving my hand   I hope that you don't forget what we planned   for years down the road when we both grow old   but we don't have time for that now      so you stay here and I'll go on   but I'm leaving this pedestal empty to put you upon      dates and persimmons are filling the room   not leaving space for my sorrow and gloom   I'm glad you're not here, so don't try to be   I like you just how you are around me   even though I don't have much time   we don't have to finish this now      so you stay here and I'll go on   but I'll think about us playing house everyday   that I'm gone      you say what she said, it sounds just as wrong   maybe it's best that I didn't stay long