Packed your bags ‘til the kids came home

Would it help if you stayed?

But there you are still waiting by the road

For that ride that never came.

Your stories told like a plea to time

Would it help if you’d prayed?

But there you are and all you have to hold

Is that line that never came.

You’ll see it through the window or mount it on your wall

But your eyes can’t read where the stories fall.

You pause at the known pauses

You watch what the quiet world watches

But your dim heart is dynamite

Could it ever be as good as the first time?

A dream scared me awake last night

Of spirits guarding broken hearts

But did you think if we forgot yesterday

There’d be another place to start?

You pause at the known pauses

You watch what the quiet world watches

But your dim heart is dynamite

Could it ever be as good as the first time?