Rode by Lover's Leap.
Saw that familiar booth.
Drove through Hannibal streets.
A memory almost moot.
Drank homemade root beer.
Let a tear go.
Saw the deserted streets,
that were full long ago.
Slipped in revelation.
Goodbye, dear friend.
I truly loved you,
But your laughter dims.
In that cave, darkness enveloped,
But blindness did not win.
We came out half-way developed,
Room for more work, then.
Meet me in Hannibal,
after you take your time.
Let's meet in Hannibal,
to say one more goodbye.
