Hours Drift Slowly By (A Song for Widows)

Hours Drift Slowly By

A Song for Widows of Addicts

 

   No matter which 12-step program you attend, if you continue "making meetings" long enough, you will begin to notice this disturbing pattern. You attend many funerals.

   Untreated, alcoholism, addiction, and codependency always lead to certain endpoints. Among these are institutionalization of some kind (i.e., prison, or residence some mental facility), long-term debilitation, or death.

   In his new book An Uncommon Drunk, Dr. Jeff Herten devotes chapter after chapter to this topic. For example, he lists no less than eight cancers directly caused by alcohol consumption, some caused only by alcohol! People who drink just die earlier than other people who don't. The numbers don't lie!

   My wife and I sat up half the night one night after watching the movie classic, "Ghost." We were having that discussion so many couples have. The question we asked each other was basically "...what would your life be like if I died?"

   My wife is a consumate feeler. She has a feelings life that plays on all strings, where, like many men, the only feelings I seem to be able to express are two...mad and pissed off! As a song-writer, I intuitively knew that she was giving me powerful lyrics when she spoke, so I just jotted some of them down on a scratch pad next to the night stand. I had three new melodies sort of "laying around" in my head, so I put them together with her words, sent the song to Larry Beaird's studio in Nashville, and the song below is the result.

   We hope you enjoy our song for widows.

 

Note; if you are not able to download the digital audio for this song, please enjoy the lyrics as a poem).

 

Hours Drift Slowly By

                                                         Copyright 1990 by Ken P.

 

I knew your smile, your touch, your face.

Familiar sounds, our bod-ies fused in space.

These are the mo-ments that I prize,

As the Hours Drift Slowly By.

 

What on earth could feel so fine?

Could a soul be an-y more with mine?

We came to-gether, we stopped time

Just this side of par-a-dise.

 

Then one night,

As you lay right by my side,

God took you back home,

Now my Hours Drift Slow-ly by.

 

(musical interlude)

 

Friends.

I have a few.

We have a lot in com-mon.

They miss you too.

 

Life.

Goes on.

I still pay the bills.

Watch the news,

Big time blues.

 

I'm

Just mark-in' time.

Neighbors ask,

'How ya doin'?

"Oh I'm just fine!

 

Why is it o-ver?

I don't ev-en know where I fit right now.

It's not the way we planned it.

It on-ly feels good when I cry,

And Hours Drift Slow-ly By.

 

I knew your smile, your touch,

your face.

 

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Last Updated ( Friday, 05 September 2008 )
 
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