Jason Webley old haunts

Raise my flag to the east and wait for you.
All’s been said, there’s nothing else for me to do.
But I will watch for, I watch for you.
Time slows down in my imagined state of grace.
You ascend to that unreachable place,
But I still wait for, I still watch for you.
Our friends move on with their busy,
fruitful lives,
Practical, knowing everything must die.
But I will watch for, I will watch over you.
I still watch for you.