Gone Fishin'
I look around and it all seems wrong
these things I see, hers so long
The photos of us all, she held dear
the things of David's she kept near
Furnishings and household goods,
tables, chairs, and things made of wood
Her bowling ball, her Jean Nate
It seems so strange for it to be here today
I keep expecting her to walk through the door
say it was all a mistake, to fret no more
Load up the gear, let's get to the lake
don't over pack, what we need, we'll take
I got my new fishing license today
so come on, let's get underway!
But in my heart I know,
On this trip, I couldn't go.
She had to leave without me, to get to that shore
And I won't fret anymore
Because she's not gone.
She's just...Gone Fishin'.
