Threadbare

On a crowded stretch of highway, we're counting all the cars
The red ones vs the green ones by the headlights in the dark
We pull into the driveway, I see fragments of my heart
Through the warm glow of the windows, spilling light onto the lawn

I'm so aware of your silhouette
The shape of your face and the shadow cast

All the fingers hanging lifeless, fists balled up in my gloves
It's another mild winter, but I still feel them going numb
Jill smiles as I walk in
There's a quiet sort of hum
Finally home after a long year
The house radiating love

I'm so aware of your bassinet
You're half awake being carried in

I'm feeling worn, feeling threadbare
Like the sleeves of my sweater
I watch the light grow thinner and disappear

When I think of December, I always think of Mae
And her house on Erdenheim where everyone I love felt safe
I drive past it every Christmas
I'm gonna buy it some day
And anyone who needs to could always stay

I'm feeling worn, feeling threadbare
Like the sleeves of my sweater
And I watch the light grow thinner and disappear

I'm feeling worn, feeling threadbare
Like the sleeves of my sweater
And the days only get longer from here