One Year
Twenty miles to a capillary dead end
How long until you find a place
You can rest your weary head?
Down across the river dismally
With only pennies in your pockets
If you’re lucky
I guess I will try it
I don’t see why it
Would be foolish wistfully
Thinking I wouldn’t be sad
If we shared a home
Well, I think that’s what you called it
Lost forlorn
And yet happily haunted
For one whole year
I let the shadows be the shapes
And in only one year
I see what my own hands can make
In the heat we drove along the highway
Smoke was thick but fireworks were so far away
Getting into your routine
Was like the same CD playing
Over and over
Without electricity
It was the same movie playing
Over and over
For one whole year
For one whole year
I let the shadows be the shapes
And in only one year
I see what my own hands can make
In the heat we drove along the highway
Smoke was thick but fireworks were so far away
