I met my cousin Steven,
With a bag in his hand,
Dropped off at the station,
By his mother's old man.
Just seven years old,
But he knew how to lie.
And they never did say goodbye.
Well they're here, and then they're gone.
And when they're gone, it's for so long,
That it's hard to do without.
Yes they're here, and then they're gone.
And when they're gone, it's for so long
That it's so hard. Yes it's so hard.
We all wanted to love him,
We tried for ten years
To hold on to his shadow
But he just disappeared.
And it wasn't the first time
He'd made us all cry.
And he never did say goodbye.
Well they're here, and then they're gone.
And when they're gone, it's for so long,
That it's hard to do without.
Yes they're here, and then they're gone.
And when they're gone, it's for so long
That it's so hard. Yes it's so hard.
The last time I saw Steven
He was giving me the jive,
Told a long, long story
Trying to bum another five.
And if I knew that I'd never
See him again alive,
Well at least I'd have said goodbye.
Well they're here, and then they're gone.
And when they're gone, it's for so long,
That it's hard to do without.
Yes they're here, and then they're gone.
And when they're gone, it's for so long
That it's so hard. Yes it's so hard.
Copyright 2015, Michael C. Hickey