Absence by Stephen Scholle

Absence makes the heart grow weak
Absence is unkind
It settles in this hurried heart
It occupies my mind

It holds my family hostage
It weakens all I hold
Absence is my brother
Absence is quite old

I can only hear you callin when you know my name
I can’t hold your little finger when I am to blame

Absence is like iodine
It stings the wound it heals
It focuses my mind
What it won’t conceal

I wonder why it feels so tight
I wonder why it lurks
I can’t believe it works this way
I know it cause it hurts
I know it cause it hurts

I can only hear you callin when you know my name
I can’t hold your little finger when I am to blame

Absence is so delicate
It’s sensitive and fair
It settles in my wakin mind
Like gossimer on air

It comes on me like poetry
It settles in like prose
I can’t believe it works this way
Heaven only knows
Heaven only knows

I can only hear you callin when you know my name
I can’t hold your little finger when I am to blame

I can’t believe it works this way
I know it cause it hurts
I know it cause it hurts
I know it... cause it hurts

• Acoustic
• Blues
• Frontier Americana
• Jazz ballad
• Singer-songwriter
• Swing
• blues
• Hartsdale