Journey’s End
If I don’t remember
A phone call or a letter to send
I’m still here, and I’m thinking about you
Waiting for this journey to end
There’s so much to say in words
Just now I’m feeling fine
You see I’m still the same…
I’m just a little further down the line
Someday I’ll be at your doorstep
Just like I never was away
Then we’ll talk and make up for lost time
And before too long we’ll call it a day
Then I’ll get that restless feeling
Just like I always do
You see my bags are packed
And I’m off to change my point of view
So if I don’t remember
A phone call or a letter to send
I’m still here, and I’m thinking about you
Waiting for this journey to end
©1995 Glen F. Nemeth • All Rights Reserved
This is the one and only song that I dedicated specifically to my mother.
I was her caregiver for 9 months during 1995-1996, nursing
her through a respiratory infection and a broken arm. In this sudden reversal
of our roles, I first became acutely aware that our journey through life
was ending. She died 5 years later.
When I returned to my life and career in April 1996, I made
it a point to visit her at least once or twice a year, which meant a 300-mile,
4-hour drive and an overnight stay. During one of these stays, I sang this
song to her.
— Glen
Journey's End