Song: "4th Street Moon" by Stephen Kellogg and The Sixers...
The sun goes down and there goes the moon
Another little town from the post war boom
I chase the songbird that I can never find
Then I first heard Otis Redding I just kissed that one goodbye
4th Street Moon
Can you tell me, will this all work out OK?
With a promise to return and a baby on the way
Does this sound like someone you could save?
4th Street Moon
Acquaintances I meet here, well they mostly seem polite
But acquaintances aren't family when you're hurting in the night
I know I missed your birthday but it was not my fault
I was running out of money, but by now you've heard them all
4th Street Moon
Can you tell me, how did I end up this way?
With these flowering excuses in a nearly gone bouquet
Does that sound like someone you could save?
I know that you don't need to think about me anymore
And I hope that you won't feel sadder then you did before
When you were with me you felt so bad
That child is the ring you never had
There's an ache in my chest that I cannot get gone
So I chase it into another woman's arms
As we lay down in the lightning, I dream about you still
I thought of coming home but I probably never will
4th Street Moon
Can you help me, make this all just be OK?
Is there a penance you could offer or a prayer that you could say?
Do I sound like someone you could save?
4th Street Moon
Elijah Goldsworthy opened his eyes, and the first thing he spotted was the blue color of his bedroom walls. He yawned, stretching. He wiped at his mouth where he felt a sticky substance; drool.
He sat up, wincing at the piercing headache he received. His head hit the pillow as he ran a hand through his hair. He could not remember ever being this hung-over. Fuck, he had work today too. But he couldn't complain too much, because he had a few days off, starting tomorrow.
It took nearly half an hour for him to get out of bed... He contemplated making some coffee. He didn't need any caffeine in his system, but he needed it to stay awake. If he missed work today, he could kiss this little break goodbye.
While his coffee was brewing, he decided to take a quick shower. If he didn't do it now, he wouldn't have time later. He quickly checked the time, so he could keep reminding himself that he had limited time. It was 7:13. He needed to leave by 8 am at the latest, but 7:45 if he actually wanted to get there on time...
Eli was happy that he was out of the shower a few minutes before 7:30. On the way back to the kitchen to pour himself a cup of coffee, the date on the calendar came into his vision: February 2nd. It's been almost three years since he's dealt with this... Well, technically, it was almost 4 years, and he admitted that he never even dealt with it all. But it wasn't his fault that he reacted the way that he did. It was sprung on him so fast... He never expected to be told that he was going to be a father when he'd just started his senior year of college. He was only 26 years old, so he would have barely suspected it to happen now. He had everything planned out. He was going to be a cop, which he succeeded in doing. His relationship with Clare was perfect, and he wanted to marry her. But then she just had to alter everything...
Okay, he kinda of changed it too, but for some reason, he felt the need to blame it on her.
Enough ranting. He thought. I need to get to work.