by Dave Bidini
Someday they'll lock the gate
And your crescent moon will fall.
Who will help you to your feet?
Who'll say "Don't give up" again?
They shot the streetlights out;
I wondered if you knew
That they had no choice that day--
Their hometown's burned away.
When I saw you at the bay
G A D
With your suitcase and your ring.
You found the boat was on the rocks.
Where's the warning sign?