Goner's Most - Jeffrey Foucault

Peeled out in the falling dark

Hard as flint and like to spark

The saddest sinner, seventeen

Windows down and like to drown

Drowners, most who love to dream

So laugh it up and lay it by

Nothing else but saying goodbye

For ashes, ashes for dust, dust

Full of love and so far gone

Goners most who love too much

Tea with honey, tell me who

Bent the branch inside of you

Dark eyed things you never told

You have to be that young

To feel that old

Wondering if you’d come around

Making love with the volume down

In the blue light falling from an LED

Love and lovers move so strange

Strangers most would never be