There were plenty of questions.
But I found there ain’t no right or wrong answers.
There is just old Uncle Charlie’s bar down by the pier.
I found my way to the end of the bar one fine orange fall day when all my questions had flown away like a murder of crows.
There I was, sippin a bitter warm beer at the end of the bar.
Old Uncle Charlie sat down beside me, he laughed and clinked his beer against mine, “L’chaim!”
“How’s life so far kid?” he growled in that old wise sandy voice.
His words were sharp and sank deep.
Silence hung between us forever it seemed, until we both burst out laughing.
I shot him a side glance and blurted out, “My favorite part was kissin the girl.”
“There was something about her that was different.”
“Something that gave me hope.”
“That’s my boy! Love is really never lost!” he shouted as he smacked me on the back.
“What happened?!”
“She’s waitin for me outside.”
“Well hell! Why did you end up here again then at the end of the bar with a groovy girl outside?!”
“I just wanted to say thanks.”
“My pleasure.”
Quantum Heart 