I Can Only Hope For A Fresh One

maybe it's a death or something else you'd face
while noticing each street has its own particular way of bending to meet the next street
and I'd do nothing but walk casually past each lamp post and hope you carried on
as if nothing had ever even begun and keep a steady pace
making sure you wouldn't even question or give it another thought.

On A Rainy Day

Maybe I could make another
and you'd stick around
maybe I could do a lot of things worth while.
Maybe you need to deal with some things on your own.

They'd call you their river and I had high hopes you'd come running.
For what'd feel like miles would all but disappear from the soles of your shoes
as soon as you'd see me.

12/2710

When all they did was bring you flowers,
you asked for your bouquet.
It made me wonder what it was that made you you.
After all you kept quiet and made it through the port
and kept still even while I rocked you back and forth.

And all I can ask is why it wasn't you
and how come it had been me
after all and all I had only sung to you.