Whenever I watch a plane turn slow and lazy in the sky

I Remember the [ ] [fish-diving] my barefoot [at summer times]

And I shake my head, next thing I know I’m in a security line pushing through

With my boots in my hand, and a haggard passport photo

Odds are we’re going to land, but then again

You never know

I call my neighbor at work, she forgot to turn off her garden hose

I said, “Shelley, you fluttered the bed and I fear you drowned your roses

I might have caught it sooner, but I was stuck inside listening to the radio repeat the news

You see I couldn’t get out of bed, I was having one of my blue episodes

Odds are your flowers will bounce back, but then again

You never know”

Spend half your birthday trying to recall your very last words to me

It was like chasing a losing army, burning everything in retreat

Well, falls got to come, what else are you going to do with leaves but watch them fall

Silver [hay], the horses breath, I still can see that rifle over your mantle

Odds are someday I will forget, but then again

You never know