Making Peace with John Hartford

Sometimes I cry at strangers standing in the supermarket Or when a water glass falls slowly and then shatters on the floor I love you like I love my own imagination Like a kiss between the shoulder blades Like a future left more precious than it was the day before I think that hope might be the only thing I still believe in Sometimes it's all that you can count on when the going's getting hard I'm glad they found someone and that Jesus will love them forever Me, I hope my DNA won't make me fall apart You are more magical than sunrise in the early winter More fascinating than the flicker of a flame burned late at night You are a drunken evening dancing with a lovely stranger A life I'll be here living You're a battle I will fight