In Kodakcolor days we're locked, in sun to dapple us tan and gold, with heavy hearts in heavy coats. And I'm too tired to even talk, so fix yourself with a boxing glove and wake me up when she wakes up.
"I'd break my back if it might help to break your fall! I'll show you babies are just problems to be solved!"
Beneath these arches I feel blessed, hip to hip then chest to chest, a pin, a broach, a better dress. And when we're done and I come home I love to say that I love you. I call across my empty room.
But I can see you there! I see you in a better year. When there is no-one who can tell you where you've been - EXCEPT ME.