I play a game from my window
Of picturing who I’d like to see
Walk by the street below me
More and more it surprises me
It’s not him, it’s not her – it’s none of them at all
It’s not even the kind of street I’d have thought I’d be living in at all
Half dressed, the dregs of the morning
Empty cup and a passing thought:
Every change, there’s a cost
Something gained, something lost
I push the window open wide, catch the sounds on the air
It’s weekends and warmer months and summer rain and smoke from elsewhere
It’s just the morning dying
At other times in the morning
When the night would carry through
Lazy hugs, ragged voices
Watching rainclouds black and blue
But memories at the best of times are only half true
There’s a voice in my head these days, I’m glad to say it’s new
It’s just the morning dying
The evening’s coming through
Tired thoughts, jagged voices
Rainstorm passing through
credits
from NO SUCH PLACE,
released June 17, 2022
Words and music: Stephen McCormick
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