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I couldn't think of a thing to write |
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On your birthday card |
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Considered the poets |
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But they didn't know what |
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Lay quite inside my heart |
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I thought of |
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AtlantaI thought of |
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ToronotoAnd all of the places we've been |
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I filled up my tea and looked into the trees |
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And still came up empty again |
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So I guess the next time you see me |
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In a world of partial truths |
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You will fully believe me |
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I have nothing to give except but to live |
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Like the person you know me to be |
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I can clean up the kitchen |
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And fold up your clothes |
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Neatley as |
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I am ableWrap a box up with ties for a surprise |
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And order you flowers for the table |
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I could book us a trip |
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On a plane or ship |
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I know how much you love the sun |
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You could gamble on me |
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Like the lottery |
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And I'll make you feel like you've won |
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And I'll bet the next time you see me |
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In a world of partial truths |
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You will fully believe me |
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I have nothing to give except but to live |
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Like the person you know me to be |
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Life is short and so on |
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I'd like to give you something to go on |
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Grow onThey recently paved the walk on our street |
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We looked at the shiny cement |
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We stopped the car ready to carve |
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Our names into permanence |
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For a moment we're kids |
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Intent on a whim |
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There is no shadowy past |
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But even so the urge is to go |
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And put something down |
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That will last |
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So here goes |
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The next time |
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I show up for you |
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You will know |
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And believe |
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I am ready to give |
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Ready to live |
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Like the person you know me to be. |
