This Table
Words and music by Ryan Michael Galloway
This place is disappearing
And it's my futures that I'm fearing
There won't be another venue
Where I know as easily what is true
This bond could
be wherever
But it's been right here forever
Fly home like swallows when we're able
Tell our stories and our fables
(Chorus)
Here we count our wins and losses
Here we can lay down our crosses
It's like returning to the cradle
When/our voices join around this table
It is not beyond
detection
We are losing this connection
Exceeding any resurrection (in this life)
It's a bitter sweet confection
Old eyes, young
hearts, full of sorrow
Here the past touches tomorrow
Mother, father, sisters, brothers
Children, companions, soul-mates, lovers
(Repeat Chorus)
I only hope again
I'll see you
In any case, I know I'll be you
And in the end I will follow
Flying home just like the swallow
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