A Letter to a Friend

I want you to know as you lie in that bed
That I miss you more than any word that I've said
And it meant more to me to touch your forehead
Than all the talking

I was feeling useless so I had to write it down
You dreamt of the fields back in my old home town
I'll put you on my back and you won't touch the ground
You can leave the wheelchair behind

We can go to Silver Lake
We can get drunk on the plans we made
Away from the vipers and their yellow cake
Away from Hollywood and Western

Maybe we don't need to be so patient
I'll quit my job if you quit your medication
Take the next bus leaving L.A. station
Your father's heroes are gone