"Half Gone"
(Mary McBride, Tommy Borscheid)
I didn’t imagine the palm of your hand
Or the way you followed my eyes
I didn’t imagine those traveling stories
Were anything more than half lies
We were in that place with a mind of its own
And it might be right
Half-Lives, Half-Hearted
Half-Broke, Half-Started
Half-Missing, Half-Gone
I didn’t imagine the way you held me
Or the way you were a surprise
I didn’t think that you were a rocket
But you flew me up to the sky
One day can melt hard desert stones
And it might be right
I didn’t imagine that we’d hope for more
And we never did pretend
As he drove away in the darkness
I didn’t think my heart would mend
We’re half-started but we’re halfway gone
And it might be right
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