proof of concept

Grandmother
Is saving her seat for another
They love her
The way you love a thing when it's over
And nobody even knows
That she's sitting there alone
She talks but nobody listens
Cause they think she talks too slow

Strip from me
My responsibility
Like a prayer
Strip from me
My responsibility
Like a prayer

If nothing else I'll be remembered
As pious and grateful
To feeling small in a big sky
To feeling small in a big sky

And I looked at you
Saw the present passing like a leaf on a river in a violent mood
Building teepees in the park
I thought i saw nostalgia for the wind in your hair and your stone heart

We've been up for the better part of a week
Passing off bad jokes as good advice and making promises we can't keep
I wonder what my grandmother would think
We've been making our brass plated dreams out of anything we can't see

If nothing else I'll be remembered
As pious and grateful
To feeling small in a big sky
To feeling small in a big sky