Rubble

When I finally found you, you were standing in a crowd
But you were not there, not there
Took my hammer from my bag and I rang against the ground
And you were not scared, not scared

Your eyes were set like concrete, you were staring at the ground
You were not there, not there
The crack, it split the all, the bricks it split the walls
And you died beneath the rubble

I got the Italian dead horse, I got a dog that I could ride
I found your shirt against the rocks, I found the bodies where they dropped
I was responsible
Some water dangled down, but it came up when I came round
It was always
I poured your whiskey in the hole, I opened up a book of prose
And I was lonely
I want you back

I found your bones, they were sitting on the ground
You were not there, not there
Took my hammer, placed it back into my bag
And you were not scared, not scared
I found your skull, but I couldn't find your eyes
You were not there, not there