couldn’t tell ya’…

couldn’t remember last time I saw him…

couldn’t…

no…couldn’t…

was it last fall ‘fore he left to go out East…

might’ve been…

he’s always takin’ off somewhere…

yea…he is…

think he knows where he’s goin’ half the time…

doubt it…he leaves half cocked…mad as hell most the time…never seen him in a good mood…he gets good and mad and just leaves at the drop of a hat…don’t even say goodbye or nothin’…

ain’t that a shame…

makes you wonder…how much anger he’s got in him…

what d’ya mean…

he’ll come back to town sooner or later…lookin’ for another reason to leave…it don’t take much…

you think he’s a lost soul…think he’s lookin’ for somethin’…somethin’ he’ll never be able to find…takin’ off here and there…throwin’ stuff away all the time to lighten his load…he don’t own nothin’ but what he’s got on…

he carries that bag with him…that green book bag…ain’t nobody seen inside it…can’t be carryin’ all that much…maybe some toothpaste…a pair of underwear or two…

heard he likes to read…

heard that…

I did…

‘spose there’s truth to that…I seen him at the library a few times…

seen him there…

where you think he’s gone to…

couldn’t tell ya’…couldn’t tell ya’…