Mary Chapin Carpenter Follow

You are fading away in pieces and parts
Like old china in glass in fragments and sharps.
Moments by moments, a day at a time,
By the side of the road, in the dark of the night.

You are leaving me here like the seasons will do,
Leaving nothing behind, but I know it was you.
You walked where I walked, yeah, and stood where I stand
Some phantom performing strange land of hand.

And the places I see are returning once more
To the places I knew that to be long before.
They burst with your mouth, they loath with your eyes
I have almost regained along with my stride.

You are turning to nothing, like ash off a fire
As it rises and floats up higher and high
As the flame slowly dies and the fire turns cold
Like the color of sky the higher you go.

And the world that I see is returning once more
To the world that I knew there to be
Long before it had merged with your laugh
It had longed with your eyes.
I’ve been letting you go with all my pass.

You are blurring like memory
And falling like dust on old wedding bouquets, the roses have burst.
On will, on the mentor, in the quiet of tale,
You are vanishing slowly, you are fading away.