The bus stopped in Brandon, miles from Ithaca
At the coffeeshop
Grandma says to the boy
"Everything has its time
And
I keep recalling us at the airport
We were saying good
Oh, what is this feeling that I'm feeling
That makes me
Lonely and the only
And you're clawing through the smoke
Where the
Dear son, we've been waiting for you
Thrilled beside ourselves that
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