The Adventures of Truman and Fletcher- boy

I'm sittin' in the railway station, got a ticket for my destination On a tour of one-night-stands, my suitcase and guitar at hand And every stop is neatly planned for a poet and a one-man band Homeward bound, I wish I was homeward bound Home, where my thoughts escape, at home, where my music's playin' Home, where my love lies waitin' silently for me Every day's an endless dream of cigarettes and magazines And each town looks the same to me, the movies and the factories And every stranger's face I see reminds me that I long to be Tonight I'll sing my songs again, I'll play the game and pretend But all my words come back to me, in shades of mediocrity Like emptiness and harmony, I need someone to comfort me Silently for me 10/3/2011: 17 days old and taking our little man home The pure elation to leave the confines of the hospital is overwhelming. For 17 days life has been a whirlwind, a blur, a journey into the terrifying, joyful, overwhelming world o

9/16/2011 1:15 p.m. It's a boy. Oh my god, it's a boy. He's tiny, he's perfect and he's ours. From across the room I see nurses from the NICU working with our little Truman, rubbing his chest, encouraging him to breathe. I get to hear the occasional whimper, but not the ear blasting scream I am waiting for. Weighed, measured, pictures and then Truman is wheeled away from us. It's hard to put into words what I was feeling at that moment. I honestly don't think at that point that the situation had even registered as reality to me. I wasn't sure what the implications of having a baby 6 weeks early meant or what was going to happen from this point forward. I was being tended to by my doctor, my husband was lovingly by my side holding my hand and caressing my forehead and my little man was taken to the NICU. NICU- 4 letters with a huge implication. Neonatal Intensive Care Unit...intensive care. And man do they mean it. A few hours after Truman wa