DEBBIE FIELDS

I met you there in Herndon,
At the elementary school,
I guess I should’ve have known it,
Debbie, I was such a fool

I thought you might’ve liked me,
But I was so sedate,
I wasn’t quite so confident,
Way back in ‘68

You and your friend Gayla,
Would sometimes laugh at me,
But your eyes whispered kindness,
Or so it seemed, you see

But time it passes quickly,
And the devil wants to deal,
What was, never will be,
And these ghosts won’t let me heal

I moved away from Herndon,
To a smaller, southern town
Surrounded by the mountains,
And captured by the sounds

I spent the years growing,
Beneath the valley’s pines,
No one knew it, Debbie,
You were always on my mind,

There came an understanding,
What longing often yields,
The fertile hopes of youth,
Took root in Debbie’s fields

But time it passes quickly,
And the devil wants to deal,
What was, never will be,
And these ghosts won’t let me heal

I returned to Herndon,
When I was seventeen,
Walked into a fast food joint,
After “Freebie and the Bean”

And there behind the counter,
Now my age and care free,
I saw you smiling, Debbie
And then you looked at me

And there was recognition,
Of this boy that you once knew,
I would’ve given anything,
Just to talk to you

But business is business,
You can never have a line,
And just like back in ’68,
I left yet one more time

And time it passes quickly,
And the devil wants to deal,
What was, never will be,
And these ghosts won’t let me heal

Decades come and go,
And I’m reminded of my youth,
We re-write our histories,
To avoid the somber truths

And while I miss you still
As strange as that may seem,
It’s not really an obsession,
More a hopeful dream

So I hide these wistful feelings,
As I’m sure most others do,
Why do they still haunt us?
These memories bleeding through

And time it passes quickly,
And the devil wants to deal,
What was, never will be,
And these ghosts won’t let me heal


Copyright; EGHarne