1992

by Brendan Bonsack

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Twenty three years is a long time to wait
Will you still be here on this party floor
In the house with the ghost
And the doors that don't close anymore
And the faucets always leaking?

In 1992 we know the end is nigh
But everything is so new
And if you could tell me now
What I wished I'd said to you
Then we'd have no time at all between
Now and '92

2015 is so far away
Will you still be here in your painted toes
The beginnings of a song scribbled along
The gas bill glowed in red
And still no heating?

In 1992 we know the end is nigh
But everything seems so new
And if you could tell me now
What I wished I'd said to you
Then we'd have no time at all between
Now and 1992

Twenty three years is a long time, I say
Will you still be here in this smokey room
Waiting to use the phone
The hairs standing on your arms
And sleepers crashed in all the seating?

Twenty three years is a fine age to waste
By the two of us never meeting

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released May 2, 2015

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Brendan Bonsack

Brendan Bonsack is a poet and songwriter from Melbourne, Australia. These are his own brand of folk and pop songs, described as poems with dance partners.

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