“Far as I can see”
by Nate Marshall

High above the lake 
the storm is moving in,
the sun’s begun a-sinking 
and daylight’s wearing thin.
A tattered song is blowing 
way up in the twisted trees,
and that raven sky above us
is far as I can see.

We wander past the doorways
and tired graffiti walls 
as wind lifts from a distance
and children's voices fall.
I know you got your own life here
so don't trust too much in me
800 miles of separation 
is far as I can see. 

A dog pounding at the chainlink
with vicious bursts of steam.
We rave about the government 
and all his crooked schemes.
Yeah this conversation's plentiful
but it's distraction, it's plain to see 
The shadowed city's silhouette
is far as I can see.

Sweet scent of cigar through downpour 
and the neon buzz and snap.
Then the wailing of the engine
a-coming up the track.
Rose, you know I’ll miss you,
but you got your doubts it seems.
My rain-soaked sneakers on the platform 
is far as I can see.

So kiss me sober blushing Rose,
and hide them icy eyes.
Then you’ll turn and walk without a smile,
just a practical goodbye.
Yeah, a practical goodbye, but sincere from you to me.
For now the space between our face is 
far as I can see.