I took a Sunday drive
all my friends and I
followed you out
to the ocean side
Black ducks in a row
like the washline clothes
one by one we fell behind
a man i didn't recognize
said some words that made us cry
though he was coldly intellectual
then the rain began to fall
a foggy curtain call
umbrellas ineffectual
I took a Sunday ride
out with the tide
flowing out on crests of white
ashes in the sky
mixed with the salt and brine
one by one
we said goodbye
I remembering your face
even time cannot erase
though it's black and white
and faded brown
as you floated out of reach
I heard the preacher preach
that kindred souls are never drowned
I took a Sunday drive
all your friends and I
in onxy cars that seemed to glide
like dashes in a line
that make a clear divide
one by one
we left behind
flowers on the oceans waves
slipping silently away
like the last notes of a song
blue and peridot bouquets
colours never fade
in memory you're never gone
credits
from 7 Days of Song,
released August 8, 2011
Dolores Dagenais
Introspective, homespun folk tunes from John Donne that feel informed by the sugary bleakness of '80s and '90s indie pop. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 1, 2023