Long Trip from Homonyms by John

I hear shots ring out over Lime Street on the warmest day since July,
and there’s gossip on the Jiffy Cab dispatch as houses burn in the night.
You snuck up on me, in the park on the swing.
You said you liked to see my happy; you liked to hear me sing.

Well it’s been a long, long trip around the sun, and I wonder what have I done?

I wouldn’t trade my soft heart for any other, no,
I wouldn’t give up what keeps me kind.
But in giving heat to lovers and neighbours, comes a coldness that creeps up inside. So creep up on me sweetheart on account of the tenderness.
Let me swing through my struggles, and sing out my heaviness.

Well it’s been a long, long trip around the sun, and I wonder what have I done?

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