If I could play back every moment to you now Spent lovesick and swollen on Mornings mincing garlic on the counter by the sink If I could hit the instant replay on only every good day Would any of it catch you by surprise?
When you say, "something is missing now" That's what came back to me Normal mornings like that set the knife down and forget where I'd left it Making breakfast Put coffee on the stove then scour every counter for the knife
Don't be shy Don't be kind Somewhere snow collects and bends the boughs of pines
But doesn't it seem a bit wasteful to you To throw away all of the time we spent perfecting our love in close quarters and confines? Isn't it wasteful? And I am terrified that it doesn't feel painful to me yet Somewhere on top of the high rise there's a woman on the edge of a building at the ledge And traffics backing up on 35
It's alright I will fix whatever is not the sweetness in your eyes Just sit down Please Sit down Here At the table and we'll talk Somewhere televisions light up in the night
I know things weren't right Maybe we were never cut out for the Midwest life Maybe we'd have done much better on a coast There are certain things I doubt we'll ever know
I know you were getting tired of my drinking I guess I was never cut out for the coke scene You were worried I would end up like your father and Tired of the smoke and somewhere the wind blows
Somewhere a storm touches down north in Hudsonville
Somewhere the coffee starts to boil on the stove and Somewhere the wind blows
Somewhere the river levels finally getting low
Somewhere I'm up past dawn till Somewhere you live here still Somewhere you're already gone
Somewhere a radio is playing in a living room Says the city lacks the funds to fix the bridge
Somewhere the deer are overrun so they're introducing wolves back on the ridge
And from here in the kitchen I can hear the neighbors in the alley hanging linens And the men collect the trash bins in the street You're speaking to me but I can't understand you The coffee is burning and All of the times that we spent That road trip out west Through desert for the rest stops the kitsch we both collect That winter the whole weekend we huddled by the stove The cabin I had rented The unexpected snow That visit for Christmas On television binges We'll see friends in Brooklyn Drive south to Richmond There's traffic on the bridge A woman on the ledge And everywhere the wind
EVERYTHING IS HAPPENING AT ONCE
The Child We Lost 1963 Lyrics
By La Dispute
the child we lost shall be here once again we all need to have somthing nice to do
Woman (Reading) Lyrics
By La Dispute
all i ever wanted to be is the woman of the house
Extraordinary Dinner Party Lyrics
By La Dispute
Morning after snow storm, stand in the silence Almost feel reborn all alone in the street It's a certain sort of stillness when the quiet surrounds you The only sound you shovel on concrete. I remember those piles from the snow plows Always seemed much bigger back when I was a kid. Pushed all the snow to the end of the driveway I was the only person up in the neighborhood Morning after snowstorm, I turned the ignition and I started my car morning after snowstorm I scraped off my windshields with the edge of a credit card I remember that drive into work. Still can hear the voice coming over the radio Listen to our experts give the best tips For the next time you entertain dinner guests. I thought of the day, in a tie in the kitchen I sat and I watched you put make-up on. Thought of the day in the basement when I played house I felt ashamed that I stayed in my head in the same place for so long Because I was afraid to change But it's not an excuse to stay! Morning after snowstorm I climbed up on the snowbank and I stared at the neighborhood Morning after snowstorm I think I finally understood what they meant when they said There's a calm after the storm. Saw my grandpa at his workbench building grandma's bookshelf Watched a woman walk her trash out to the street. Father alone of the highway I heard the salt trucks and neighbors off to work Saw my mother, saw how history loops around all of these moments, And then I saw you! In a dress there, with your eyes open wide to put make-up on Thought of the day in the basement that I played house And I felt ashamed I'd ignored all the hands that extended before and around me Because I was afraid to change, But that's not an excuse to stay It's not an excuse!
