Fairweather
Cling to the calendar, days can be measured by wait
Seconds on seconds, the four walls enveloping space
Wore down the floorboards in circling lines
Fight back the silence and hold back the time for a day
Clapped up in notebooks in desk drawers in pencils and pens
In through the windows, the shuttering rain and the wind
Out of the corner chair to block off the breeze
Into the hallway your head folded down on your knees
Out of the frying pan and into the fire of a story I told myself long long ago
It was a lie because I was a liar who lied to myself and everyone I know
The peaks of the mountains, the thunderous crash
The truths remain quiet and small
We were the crest on a wave in the ocean
First here and then there
Now here and then gone
Runaway river my memory sometimes of death
Jumping from square to square till there is no squaring left
Open the cabinets and unfurl the scrolls
Open the records and see what they hold from the past
Your penmanship in the calendar marking the day
Notes that were keys that were confidence taken away
These things are held in the walls around you
Part of it's sad but the other is true
Seconds on seconds, the four walls enveloping space
Wore down the floorboards in circling lines
Fight back the silence and hold back the time for a day
Clapped up in notebooks in desk drawers in pencils and pens
In through the windows, the shuttering rain and the wind
Out of the corner chair to block off the breeze
Into the hallway your head folded down on your knees
Out of the frying pan and into the fire of a story I told myself long long ago
It was a lie because I was a liar who lied to myself and everyone I know
The peaks of the mountains, the thunderous crash
The truths remain quiet and small
We were the crest on a wave in the ocean
First here and then there
Now here and then gone
Runaway river my memory sometimes of death
Jumping from square to square till there is no squaring left
Open the cabinets and unfurl the scrolls
Open the records and see what they hold from the past
Your penmanship in the calendar marking the day
Notes that were keys that were confidence taken away
These things are held in the walls around you
Part of it's sad but the other is true
Credits
Writer(s): George Cordell
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