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Last Call
by Connie Allen

Hey! Happy Birthday, big brother!
You reached forty-five. What no celebration?
When I get there I'll have a party like we did when we were kids
Wearing out 'She Loves You' and 'Good Vibrations'.

You know you were my first music teacher who mattered.
Late nights sneaking in your room listening to WBCN.
And remember out suprize the first time I sang on key?
Wish we could harmonize some songs again.

Bridge:
I hear your laugh from that last call.
Your voice changes pitch when you smile.
A baritone smooth as chamomile tea
Yet yeilding now to listen a while.

I flew right past your door this morning
But I couldn't spend another day away from home and the kid.
He's fine. You could visit us. I'll fly you out.
Bring your guitar we'll play the songs like we once did.

Oh you sold that old guitar - how could you?
You cherished that thing so very long.
Food and rent - guess they're important
And it's hard to play when your calluses are gone.

Is there anything I can do to ease your burden?
Yeah you say it'll work out one way or another.
Hey, I gotta go put the kid to bed catch you later
So Happy Birthday and good bye, big brother.

Bridge:
We said so much in that last call
While drowning in words we could not say.
I held the hope if I loved you enough
You would still be here alive today.

© 1999 Constance C. Allen




[This message has been edited by blakeh (edited 09-01-2002).]