The Produce Aisle

Wherever there's a bright blooming cherry tree
That's the place where you'll find me
Wherever the river runs into the sea
That's where you'll find me

Look, it's Betty Smith in the produce aisle
Counting all the pomegranates, giving them names
Her hair is all in curls
And the two of us will soon part ways

She's dreaming of the sky, of the sunset ocean
Are those tears on her cheeks, or is that condensation?
Saltwater condensation

Wherever there's a sprouting sycamore tree
That's the place where you'll find me
Wherever things are where they shouldn't be
That's where you'll find me
That's where you'll find me
That's where you'll find me



Credits
Writer(s): Calvin Pineda
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