Eastern Cliff-Side Blues: A View of the West

Come back. Come back. Come back.
Just as the song's chorus repeats, the sun continues. The setting will never end; the dawn sinks within. Beginnings are over, but the end's just come in.
"Hello," I say, knowing well the definition of fruitless. Wasn't it the Beatles who wondered why you say goodbye when I say hello?
This is tragically beautiful, like a heavy leather Stratocaster.
This is a space odyssey.
Come with me.
Come back. Come with me. Come back.