This is for my late ex husband Thomas (Patches) Morehouse We couldn't be happy together, but I loved him just the same. Life is made up of patches. Each hurt, each triumph, each occurance becomes another patch upon our soul. Patches By Teresa Morehouse When I first laid eyes on him, I thought he seemed a bit sad. Of course he tried not to show it, he tried to pretend he was mad. At first, I wanted to ignore him, I thought he was acting quite rudely. He was loud, and very obnoxious, really he acted quite crudely. As the night went on I saw the behavior was only an act it was a way of covering the hurt that he felt, like the patches that covered his back. As the hours passed by slowly, I became curious about The patches that covered his jacket everywhere, inside, and out. As the night wore on, I saw The jacket was really a map. A map that told a story a story of this lonely young chap. There were patches from Wyoming, Kentucky, Colorado, Arizona. Patches from Saigon, and Bangkok, And patches from New York, and Little Rock. One said 'Work daily to prevent sticking',  One that said 'Live free or die', one that said 'Mustache rides for a quarter', and one that said 'Semper Fi'. All at once I noticed, While reading the patches he had, I had sat down right beside him, and when our eyes met, he seemed glad. That was the start of our journey and together we added some more patches to that tattered jacket as many as were there before. That day seems so far away now, and that jacket is all I have left Well, that, and a few million memories of our lives and our love at its best. Patches, I'll never forget you and all of the good times, and the bad, And if anyone asks me about you, I'll say 'Patches was the best friend I ever had'. A gypsy wind is blowing warm tonight The sky is starlit and the time is right And still you're telling me you have to go Before you leave there's something you should know I've seen you smiling in the summer sun I've seen your long hair flying when you run I made my mind up that it's meant to be Someday, lady, you'll accompany me Someday, lady, you'll accompany me Out where the rivers meet the sounding sea You're high above me now, you're wild and free But someday, lady, you'll accompany me Someday, lady, you'll accompany me Some people say that love's a losing game You start with fire but you lose the flame The ashes smolder but the warmth's soon gone And you're cold and lonely on your own I'll take my chances, babe, I'll risk it all I'll win your love or I'll take the fall I've made my mind up that it's meant to be Someday, lady, you'll accompany me Someday, lady, you'll accompany me It's written down somewhere, it's got to be You're high above me now, you're wild and free But someday, lady, you'll accompany me Someday, lady, you'll accompany me Someday, lady, you'll accompany me Out where the rivers meet the sounding sea I feel it in my soul, girl, it's meant to be Someday, lady, you'll accompany me Someday, lady, you'll accompany me Bob Seger