No More Blues For Einstein Poem by Kewayne Wadley

And so tonight
I'll sing to you
Until your eyes grow dull and tired
Until they hunger for the sights that sip from the eyes that wish for nothing but you
For reasons unknown
I miss you without knowing how or why
I miss you without knowing you
I don't know the first thing about millionaire lodges
I couldn't begin to tell you anything in french
But tonight I'll sing to you until your heart forgets all the pain your eyes try to forget