Addio

Good bye Fargo, City of Lights, of Kites, of Wanton Abandon

I thought I had found a family in you

But one by one

Every bridge has been burned

Some by me

Some by angry mobs trying to kill me

Others by those who I thought were brothers

I’ve been run outa town on a rail tho

People hissing slanders behind me

As I go North again

It’s hard to say good bye

With so many good memories

but are they so good?

they hang like wicker men in the trees

Haunting me, my regrets

And all the friendships in the graveyard

Maggot-eaten and moulding

They wail to me at night, their hateful lament

of time wasted with me

So I’ll go – I’ll stay away

“Finally,” Fargo heaves a heavy sigh of relief.