Late Blooming

Last night I dreamed of you, wild-eyed
You were running through the rain to get the laundry off the line
I've been counting my blessings, just like you said
And there's thirty three things that I haven't lost yet

Tomorrow I'm taking the early train
Yeah, I've wasted each one of your perfect days
September sunflowers all bent with regrets
Oh tell me that summer's not over yet

Out by the lake at eleven years old
You thought your dog was drowning, you dove in in your clothes
With the dog in your arms, cold and catching your breath
Your dad only scolded you for getting wet

You'd bury that dog before a year went by
Yeah, I know I can't save you, I'm still gonna try
So if you're swimming your vinegar-sour salt tide
I'll dive after you, make you warm and dry

Outside the linens are dripping dry
Over the clovers and dandelions
With petals so gentle and delicate
Oh, come kiss away this unnameable dread

After all of this time I'm still cutting it close
After all of my efforts you're all I have to show
We're two late-blooming flowers languid in bed
Oh, tell me there's no need to get up yet
Don't get up yet
Don't get up yet
Don't get up yet
Don't get up