Living this close to the road
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You'll question your vulnerability
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Got the curtains closed and there's nothing
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For those bold coyotes to see
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Just an airplane in the sky
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That I hear high up the chimney
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And the lonely cold coming up
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To find a warmer place to be
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After that Christmas I think that I might sleep
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The whole new year
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Maybe see if in the spring
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I come in for an afternoon glass of beer
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You know I always thought
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That there'd be lots to talk about
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But I never see you and I still look when I go out
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Always so much that feels undone and waiting
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A pocket that's gaping threads to weave
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On the top of a pile another melody is aching
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For a few pretty words to let it be
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Simple tether hold this together
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At least to one place
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So the feelings can't escape into the air
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'Cause if they do we won't remember that they were even there
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And filled a moment that we had to spare
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Tether
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Sarah Harmer |