Clementine Tree

Was a time I was caught in the lights, on the road
Behind me the silence yawned forward
The river flowed
I blinked and turned
I ran fast enough
But I started a long way behind
I'm still catching up

I started a long way behind
I'm still catching up

Moving slowly, in a darkroom
She smells of fixer and developer and warm wool
A grainy photo, a focus pull
My arms around her wrapped and hesitant
The rain on the roof whispers
Unrelenting, unrepentant

I blinked and turned
I ran fast enough
But I started a long way behind
I'm still catching up

I blinked and turned
I ran fast enough
But I started a long way behind
I'm still catching up

You don't know what you've got until it's run away
You don't know what you've said
Til you don't have the words to say
You don't know what you've got until it's gone

And you don't know that it's gone
But it's gone, gone, gone baby gone

Something moving in the trees
In the dark you tell me what it is you see
In one hand the key to the church door
In the other the fruit of the Clementine tree

The red light flickers off
The timer stops
I started a long way behind, I'm still catching up
And I'm still catching up
And I'm still catching up
And I'm still