I woke up angry, full of pain
At nothing and everything all at once
After all these years
Standing tall, like a light in the mist
Now you’re gone
And I feel a little lost
Yet I’m going to your house
The house on the common
And I don’t know if I’m ready
To go back just yet
No matter what I do
This is going to hurt
I don’t know if I have the strength
To meet your ghost
Grandad doesn’t remember
He held you as you passed over
But Alzheimers is cruel
And he’ll never have that closure
But to him, you’re alive
And I guess there’s beauty in that tragedy
I’m going to your house
The house on the common
And I don’t know if I’m ready
To go back just yet
The uncertainty is smothering me
I always hated times like these
But hey, life’s a bitch and then…
Yet here we are, together
Same as it ever was
Holding each other up
Same as it ever was
And though you’re gone
And it feels strange without you
Your house is a living museum
Of a life well lived
(Rest easy Joan, it’s okay,
We’re all here to help you on your way)
I was scared to go back
To the house on the common
Because I didn’t know
If I could live with any more ghosts
(Rest easy Joan, it’s okay,
When you get there, say hi to Val from me)
But I was so wrong
It holds the spirit of you, of us
Of the ties that bind us
To absent friends
It’ll be sold eventually
And I wanted to say goodbye
To the house on the common
And to your ghost that inhabits it