One persistent picture I keep of you
Was when I rented that old whaler's
House in Maine and we sat side by side
In the silence after supper
Out on the long screened porch
Watching the moon come up
And stars seep in with the tide
Somehow we found ourselves alone
Where everyone else had gone I don't
Remember maybe to shop in town
But it was strange like finding
One another in a dream of when
You used to be my mother
And I used to be your son
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