I guess it’s just me and the moon
He tells you the time, but he tells me the season
Like you, that light’s gone too soon
But even the moon’s got his petty reasons for leaving
You claimed the life that you believed in
I took the one that I was shown
I’ll keep my hands where they are needed
This is all I know
You grew too tall for this town so you broke out of the garret
You left me in pieces at the end of the road
Under the sky that will split in each place that we shared it
I will bring you home
I’ll practice my patience and do what I’m told
I’ll confide in the cowards and the ghosts behind the stove
I’m not going to stop being scared of growing old
If you won’t stop running away
It’s not all the driving that makes me so tired
It’s this big heavy heart that I carry for you
By the daggers I swallowed and the shots that I fired
I will bring you home
I’ll practice my patience and do what I’m told
I’ll confide in the cowards and the ghosts behind the stove
I’m not going to stop being scared of growing old
If you won’t stop running away
All this dry air between us is bound to carry a storm
Weeding and writhing where roots have been torn
The wind through the fields and the walls and the floors
Cracked, creaking, and worn
They’ll sell the farm from right under your nose
Who will remember where the sweetest tree grows
I can keep picking for rows and rows
Rows and rows
I will bring you home
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