The Chair

I once carried a man until I no longer could
I broke down and I told him
You should
But first I got him a chair so he can sit while I explain
((Burn the tools, break the chair, make a fire and gather round it))

And to make sure he'll listen and so he can show me some care
I cared for him so he will know how to
And I hadn't yet spoken nor drunken a sip
We were told to move on and I shouldered him gently
For another woman who had carried a man until she no longer could

Needed a chair to sit him to tell him he should
Until you break that chair
Wait for your fellow woman to talk
To love
To laugh
((I don't know how else to describe it))
To embrace
((I don't know how else to move on))
To rest
That circle won't be broken
((Burn the tools, break the chair, make a fire and gather round it))
I know very well to describe it

This is how we will all move on
I know very well to describe it
This is how we will all move on