Red Rose, Black, Words and Music By Brian McCaskill

Words and Music by Brian McCaskil

Thoughts on the Last Summer Day

Brian McCaskill
First Time?
Who cares about the first time?
This could be, will probably be
The last time – and I’m sorry
But I have to go.

I wish you good times
I know we had a few
And maybe they’ll come back
In mid-night dreams and passing thoughts

It’ll be all right, when I close the door
It’s my turn anyway
To move on, and I know you’ll do the same

Maybe I’ll hear your voice on a telephone
Or see your words scribbled on a matchbook
And it’ll send me back to today
I got affection for my past
But you know that
And I have to be going now
It’s hard.

What words will suffice?
I’ll say anything
Just tell me, or write me
A while from now
If you got the time.

March, 2002