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Fence Post

© 2005 Aaron Traffas (BMI)

The fence post doesn’t know your name.
The barbwire still rusts in the rain.
I tell my troubles to the bull but he’s got his cows.
The dirt road goes on out of sight
and the stars come out but they’ve got their light
and none of them seem to care where you are now.

When you left me to fend all by myself
I found some Cowgirls all in good health.
None of them ever thought as well as you.
So I gave em up and I bought a farm
and now I’m thinking that these arms
will never get to hold anybody new.

Another post goes into the hole I dug.
I look at my dog and he gives me a shrug and says
“Aaron, you’re hearing voices in your head.”
But its your voice I’m hearing all the time
like a record player skipping in my mind.
I still recall every word you ever said.

I get in the combine and drive away
to the top terrace calling from across the waterway.
I think I’ll write a song with my pad and pen.
This one time I had a good rhyme
but I left it behind cause it was all in my mind
just like the thought of being with you again.

My truck runs like an old lame dog.
I’d be living high if I could find a hog.
The wheels in my mind keep turning like a wobble box.
I should drink a lot because that’d make sense
but I can’t because my moneys spent.
I hawked your ring I went and bought a box of rocks.

I’d spend my time just taking pills
if I could only afford those pharmacy bills.
I guess I’ll just sit at home and stare at the cracks.