Pink Azaleas

In the distance is a baseball game, American flags are flying

Soon it will be May and then June and then July

Thought I was gonna have a baby that would laugh and coo and cry

I went through the pains of labor, only crying I heard was mine

The other hand of sorrow is joy beyond belief

All around me are these little paper helicopter wings

They look dead until they’re flying, and then they catch and dance and spin

And maybe dreams are just things that help us face the bitter wind

Behind the stadium’s the mountains, ridge of indigo and grey

I think they sometimes have to laugh at the drama of our days

Cause the thing about us humans is we’re so silly when we want things

Watch me pounding down the hallway, fists are clenched and feet are stomping

I can’t find my glasses, can’t see which team is ahead

Soon I will be middle aged then old then I’ll be dead

But I am not afraid of nothing, not the darkness or the deep

Got friends to catch me when I’m falling, love holds me when I sleep

When I think of how it started, all my doubting and my blues

I can forget how this thing ends, that I get to spend my days with you

And I feel like a panicked child, racing down a grocery aisle

Finally catch my mother’s dress, look up and see her smile

It must be the weekend, string of lights and bases thumping

Good times are in the air, everyone on their way to something

And every car that passes, I think it might be yours

Then I go back to what I’m doing - putting feelings on top of chords

Beside me pink azaleas try to show a bit too soon

I’m a sucker for an underdog, I think God must be too

Cause look at all us people, try and trip and get things wrong

And still life it keeps creeping, like ivy up an old brick wall

In the distance is a baseball game, in the distance is a siren

I used to count my days like ticker tape but now I let them fly

Soon it will be May and then June and then July

And I think me and these azaleas are gonna give this old world another try

Yeah, me and these azaleas are gonna give this old world another try