The night was young and full of withering light
He drinks spirits with his new family and smokes heavens delight
Unprepared was the willing man who\'s scars have made him cold
When a call from the past rang bold as the pain he forgot to let go
It was the most innocent voice he had ever heard
The absurdity he felt through the reason for her calling was his own
For whatever he remembered between them he knew to be gone
What was a call of overdue acknowledgement and appreciation, sounded to him like the saddest song
With his sudden remembrance of the past his pain could no longer be prolonged
Still surrounded by his new family He could only say to himself
It\'s finally time to move on