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When the casket started closing, the widow took to wailing
You couldn’t have consoled her if you tried
That much must have seemed apparent: no one made a single motion
They just closed their eyes like they’re the ones who died
But I kept my eyes open and fixed upon the widow
Though I hadn’t any comfort left to spare
Before I left, I wished her well, although I didn't tell her
But wishing’s just one step away from prayer
All that’s left is the morning
It will find its way here with or without warning
All that’s left is the morning, then he’s gone

In the parking lot, familiar faces lit by cigarettes
Appeared to have been losing fights with time
I’d seen those faces laughing in the countless photographs
But nowhere among the frames did I find mine
So I smiled vacantly just like they smiled back at me
Then I waved and hoped that that would be enough
If they recognized me, they sure knew how to hide it
But I’m not here to call nobody’s bluff
All that’s left is the morning
It will find its way here with or without warning
All that’s left is the morning, then he’s gone

I wouldn’t make it back the next day to find out who’d beared the pall
I wouldn’t have to see the hole someone had dug
I wouldn’t have to watch the flowers backing out of their arrangements
Or the widow’s pale face looking slightly drugged
And nobody would notice I was missing from the gallery
No one anticipates that I’ll attend
I’ve done away with expectations, and I’ve washed my hands of anyone
Who dares to demand better from their friends
All that’s left is the morning
It will find its way here with or without warning
All that’s left is the morning, then he’s gone
All that’s left is the morning, then he’s gone

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from You Won't Even Know I'm Gone, released November 18, 2016
Ian Fitzgerald - acoustic guitar, vocals
Eric Lichter - vocals
James Maple - tambourine

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Ian Fitzgerald Providence, Rhode Island

Though perhaps technically a singer-songwriter, Ian Fitzgerald prefers the term 'folk singer,' as it more accurately describes the tradition in which his music is rooted. From early twentieth century field recordings through Hank Williams, Bob Dylan, Gillian Welch, and hundreds of artists in between, Ian has been influenced by one of the sturdiest strains of American music. ... more

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