There Were Signs

BY BILL GABLE

The crack in the kitchen ceiling
the sound of a record playing down the hall
amen, amen
lines of a song repeating
the name of a singer now I can't recall
amen, amen
I'm left with the feeling

There were signs for me to see
there were signs for me to hear
there for signs for me to pay heed
there were signs for me to take care

A matchbook with someone's number
the name of a lover only half erased
amen, amen
the sketch of a love defecting
and all of the signs were right there on your face
amen, amen
I looked the other way

There were signs for me to see
there were signs for me to hear
there were signs for me to pay heed
there were signs to take care
there were signs for me to give
and there were signs for me to receive
there were signs for me to despair
and there were signs to believe

The path of a leaf that's falling
the pull of a boat against its tying place
amen, amen,
these were signs you gave me
this is the judgment now I'm left to face
amen, amen
I search for a meaning

There were signs for me to see
the signs were there for me to see
there were signs for me to see

Bill Gable's compositions are published and administered by Idle Speculation Music (ASCAP)

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