Archive for the ‘Rose’ Category

1978-06-08

Thursday, June 8th, 1978

Got those freight train blues running thru
aching me, … breaking me …
all my dreams … all my reasoning
have brought me here again
the evening waits like a wound
and I’m so afraid I’ll fall in

Reality’s so thin … just behind our running
just behind our lovers and our jobs
waits the empty time …
waits the accountings and the ownings
and no matter how I try
to stay on the easy side of it
it tears … it tears and takes me in.

gallagher

08 jun 78 – long beach

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1978-06-09

Friday, June 9th, 1978

Woke up from some rainy dream
Rose and I parting, again, it seems
so casual and callous, she, to me
and then, as I leave…tears

but, when I did leave it was again
amid anger and that sour feeling inside
that dies so poorly there.

I can’t understand or reach her
she seems to care at times
and to be bent on inconsideration
all the rest.

gallagher
june 09,78

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1978-06-15

Thursday, June 15th, 1978

Its a waiting game I feel myself living
I’m always waiting, my heart’s unforgiving
and the days pass ever so slowly now.

I wake up at three in the morning
thoughts of Rose and my heart’s hole yawning
thinking about all the ways that she loved me
and waiting … ever waiting for love’s return

After work in the evening’s sunshine
I’m driving home to an uneasy waiting time
and these empty afternoons, Lord, they get so long
every moment alone is an agony

I’ve got my son and he waits … he waits with me
for love to find me and make my heart whole

Between the wine and the mornings I wake up at three
I live at work so the waiting won’t bother me.
but sometime, sometime you’ve got to go home

Three women I know that that love and treasure me …
and when they’re here my waiting’s free
but the time they give me is all they can
they all belong to other men

So between these hours of love and the working days
I wait … and wait …
for the waiting to go away.

gallagher

15 jun 78

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —