The Widow's Song/The Widower's Song

And now you're gone
And I'm still home
I sort through rooms and stacks of souvenirs
You left when you moved on

I change the light
I change the sheets
Give away what I can't use
And hold the things I need to keep

This dream was yours
It's in a language I can't speak
It sounds familiar in my ears
But like a tune I can't repeat

And I've been writing down the things
That I'm afraid I might forget
The stories you can't ever tell again
'Cause I'm not ready for your legacy to end

I check the mail
I check my phone
Like I'm expecting someone soon
Like you might be coming home

I am a limb
Torn from a chest
My nerves still twitch me 'cross the room
But I feel so directionless

My blood is old
My love is yours
And soon I'll leave this house and run
Where you've gone along before

'Til I've been writing down the things
That I'm afraid I might forget
The stories you can't ever tell again
'Cause I'm not ready for the healing to begin

From the day we met, I knew I didn't deserve you
But I've got Jonah's scorching rage at your depart
I'll probably burn this house to ashes to observe you
Lay right down and let the flames become your arms

And I've been screaming since your voice no longer could
So in silence now, I boil 'til I shake
I only wish this house of ours was so much bigger
I want the flames to light the sky across the state

Rage to the rain
To the waste you left me
Rage to the rain
To the waste you left me
Rage to the rain
To the waste you left me
Rage to the rain
To the waste you left me