it's funny

there was a time when they were coming over almost every day

we'd play and we'd play...

then after a while, they would suddenly get very still,

like they were remembering something.

they'd go into the dining room to "get a snack,"

then after a few moments,

I'd hear the piano.

even then, what were they thinking about me?

maybe they wer en' t thinking about me at all.

even then, with my eye s open, there w ere times when i wasn't even s ure

if we were frie nds.

bu t w hen i c lo sed m y ey es,

i t fel t lik e a conc er t ju st fo r m e.