Campfires - Gatherers

I had dream last night

The kind that kills your appetite

I dreamt all the friends I had had died

So don’t take long when it comes now

Not everybody’s gone and your sympathy for me is running dry

And you swore to christ you found god

In the love we made before you lie dead on your lawn

This is where I’m supposed to be with you

So when you get back

I’ll be home

We can have our love

It’s like feeding a dog his bone

So he never leaves his home for the rest of his days