Said I'd walk to San Francisco After everything was done Thought the noise and moving busy Kept my mind from really knowing what was gone And when I finally saw it closing All those miles across the bay I was only standing closer to The man I hoped to lose along the way But If I'm being honest But If I'm being honest I would tell them It's a children's book It's a hospital gown It's an aspen tree in the summer breeze She saw, as waving hands It's a watching chair And a holy company Like a sailing ship Hard wrought in it That will never again float upon the sea I found that there's a humor In an old and fond goodbye As if the early passing was a door That she could look through with a smile So If I'm being honest If I'm being honest I would tell her It's a pair of jeans It's a rude awakening It's a fine life lived in the privilege of standing there in the afterlight It's a photograph Folded in my wallet To remind myself that what she left Is only growing bigger over time