My Dear Helen

My dear Helen it's been a while since we've talked Charlie and I haven't been up to a whole lot He's slowing down a little and my knee's acting up Yeah we're quite a pair of geezers moving slower than molasses You'd be laughing if you saw us, you always loved to tease I dug up an old bottle of your raspberry wine So I'm slouched out on the porch swing just taking my time My mind keeps turning out these pictures of you You were dancing in the kitchen and I was enjoying my view Oh Charlie was squirming just two steps behind you My dear Helen do you remember when you said That you'd be waiting at the gates so you could sneak me in? Well it sure was funny but it still caught in my throat And when I think about it now, it still makes me choke And I wonder if those gates would ever open up for me Helen my dear, I do have something to tell I don't know how to start so I guess I just will See, these nights have been hot, it's that muggy sort of air Doesn't let me get to sleep so I usually just lie there On top of my quilt with Charlie by my feet Last night as I laid there frustrated and tired I was sat up in my bed by the hens starting wild I thought 'That fox is back again, he's gonna rob me blind I don't know how he gets in but I'd better make him fly' So I took my leaning rifle out the door I fired off a shot aiming far into the heat And as soon as it was flying I felt weak in my knees I heard shoes turning gravel and then tires spitting rocks I heard a gasp for air and my stomach tied in knots Charlie started whining with his tail between his legs We wandered out slow but my heart was breaking ribs I couldn't hear nothing and there was a girl lying twisted My hands were trembling and I felt that she was limp Her pulse wasn't tapping so I felt sick to my stomach Charlie was frozen, so I went for a shovel And I buried her body, I didn't know what else to do If I'd only aimed a little higher If I'd only thought before I fired I hope God can forgive me, I hope for you to forgive me too I'm just a tired old man just waiting to join you So here I am slouched on this old porch swing Thinking about heaven, thinking about everything So be waiting by those gates, you might need to sneak me in I don't know how they feel about us accidental killers I don't know how they feel about us tired old men I don't know how they feel about us tired old murdering men I don't know how they feel about us tired old murdering men