Horizon

The sky was low and grey the way the island sky should be.
And the spraypaint on the rockface, said "Justin + Justine"
The land was rolling by you but your eyes were on the dash.
Fixed on instruments to keep your mind from fixing on the past.

You've been chasing that horizon, letting slip out of your mind.
That horizons are illusions, water never meets the sky.
You've been tilting at those windmills, taking swings at monsters right behind your eyes.

The past will always be the past, my love.
Chose wisely what you carry, you can only take so much.
Just leave behind the parts that tore you up.

I never meant to disappoint you or forget the things you told.
It's just that when the house is empty, it starts to feel so cold.
Your evidence surrounds me. It's threatening to drown me.
And the people all around me, once looked but never found me.

Don't you think I know I've lost it?
Fell short of that bright promise. I know I did.

But the past will always be the past, my love.
Chose wisely what you carry, it will never be enough.
Just leave behind the parts that tore you up.

Thirty years of losing wonder, fifteen years of losing faith.
Seems like nothing faced with eighty years of life lived in that grace.
I hope that you were happy, and I think prob'ly you were.
And I promise I'll do better with my time left on this earth.

The island sky was grey the way the island sky should be.
And the spraypaint on the rockface said "Luke 20:13"
The land rolled to the water, to the ships that sailed no more.
Where we left you sleeping soundly with a view down from the shore

(You said) The past will always be the past, my love.
Chose wisely what you carry, you can only take so much.
Just leave behind the parts that tore you up.

You've been chasing that horizon, you've been running for some time.
But horizons are illusions, water never meets the sky.
Fell short of that bright promise. But I know you tried.