Warm Light Slow
Down on Greenbrae Circuit...
back when the world was small.
You were living at forty-five,
I was sixty-five down the hall.
Inseparable boys,
no word of a lie,
watching the Scarborough seasons drift across the sky.
From kindergarten mornings clear through to grade six....
William Treadway hallways, memories time can't fix.
We played in the yard,
life was gentle and fair.
Wherever I turned, my best friend
was always right there.
And I still recall that winter day,
sitting in front of that car.
Two young kids sharing a first sweet kiss
beneath
a quiet star.
Eric, my friend, through the roads that twist and bend,
no matter how far....
the years have flown away,
in my heart, you’re still right where we used to play.
Then the moving trucks came
and pulled us apart.
I spent so many years searching,
keeping you in my heart...
looking through directories, wondering where you roam.
Did you find your fortune,
did you build a happy home?
Are you famous somewhere,
did your wildest dreams come true?
Or have you crossed to the other side
where skies are forever blue?
And I still recall that winter day,
sitting in front of that car.
Two young kids sharing a first sweet kiss
beneath
a quiet star.
Eric, my friend, through the roads that twist and bend,
no matter how far....
the years have flown away,
in my heart, you’re still right where we used to play.
Now I sit with my coffee,
quiet house, late afternoon,
looking through old photos,
humming an old school tune.
I gave your name to a hero
in the stories that I wrote,
walking tall and brave,
my character
Eric Blair.
Every page keeps you near,
every line keeps you whole,
a childhood brother
etched deep in my soul.
Sixty-five to forty-five, the distance was so small.
Wherever you are tonight,
I’m wishing you the best of all.
Never forgotten, my friend… never forgotten. (mmm)