Rubato

The light it shines from behind

My eyes are out of sight

But that's all right 'cause you're kind

It's never clear my joy in the absurd

In my life

We work too hard and you are bored

You want to flourish burgeon burst

But I like to stay inside

One two three four

I'll tell you who I'm rooting for

Used to worry 'bout the back room catching fire

And that we'd die in the middle of the night

But now what haunts me are the things we never did

Those trips on the list from the year of sick

Something 'bout the seventh used to make me swell inside

I never knew why you never knew why

A little lively ostinato could fuel my soul

Sorrow sorrow and some joy

Stitched up just like a sweater

Or maybe glued together like a broken toy

Let's step lightly under clang and clangor

March of myriads

Used to worry 'bout the brakes locking up on ice

And that we'd fly off the road

But now what haunts me are the things that I might forget

The long lake trips as a kid

Something 'bout her phrasing used to make me come alive

I never knew why you never knew why

A strong glissando could feed my soul

Used to worry 'bout the back room catching fire

And that we'd die in the middle of the night

But now what gets me are the things that feel so sure

That we'd never get old

Something 'bout my writing used to make me cry

I never knew why you never knew why

Stealing time that old rubato