It’s a good life, tiny problems
You called me on the way home
The fields were flooded, kids had on short sleeves and…
Said you were leaving, got a new job
You called me on the way home
The earth was a new gash bared to the sun
I should say up front
I’m bad at staying in touch
So if you don’t hear from me too much…
A book you read really got to you
You were walking around with the residue
The ice was melting, you felt bigger inside
And I welled with an urge to apologize
Acorns bouncing on the parkway
Drumming down on my car
Happy New Year to you wherever you are
I was learning how to listen
I guess throw it on the pile
Of all the projects that just never get done
The things you’re not supposed to say
I wish I said
I been thinking hard, I been thinking hard
You won’t feel it where you are
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