You At The Top Of The Driveway

Every time we speak I don't want to hear the end of it

Months that follow, I'll be hanging on to words

I hope that one day

You will release

All of your fears

On top of me

And we'll throw a party for your baby

I bet they'll be great at dancing

We'll go for walks

Collect tadpoles in the rain

Just like we did when we were the same age

And mum was selling Avon

We thought nothing was wrong

Till we grew into separate

Lounge rooms and so on

The years that divide us

The things that broke our trust

Snuck in whilst we played between

God's hall and our house

Still every time I look

I see you at the top of the driveway

In my purple dress

Every time we speak I don't want to hear the end of it

Months that follow, I'll be hanging on to words