Gießen - Kevin Devine

Today your ghost

Suspended from my ceiling

Asked if I remembered Germany?

And that one club

Upstairs backstage in Gießen

We rolled coke joints that Bracco thought were weed

And when we told him quick

Before he took a hit

His eyes were wounded

Sick confusion, shock surrounded

«what the fuck guys are you kidding me?»

Lately I’ve

Been looking for a reason

Something clean that I could wrap around

An argument

For leavin' my apartment

To walk the world the way I feel it now

I wasn’t scared of death

Until it took my friend

I wasn’t ready

We’ve been planning, let’s make music

We both miss it and it’s been too long

And so the best I can do

Is write you a song

On the guitar you gave me

And try to make sense

Of the hole in the ground

That swallowed our future history

And to show up

Be present enough

For all of our friends, your family

And for myself, take care of myself

And since I heard that night

There’s been a hundred times

Were something happened

I’d like to call you, I don’t believe it

When I remember that I can’t and why

Goodbye