Pines

Down the street

I'll park the car

You go ahead

Meet me inside

There's no reason for us to both go through with it

On the way

I'll call about this guitar

Don't want to sell,

but I'm in the red

Plus I just don't know what to do with it

Had I been more awake this morning

I would have seen the coming warnings:

The calendar,

the pens,

Sunday on the phone again

Today we'd stand alone with pines

Instaed of with produce,

in endless lines

How does preparation for the week

require the entire weekend?

Shop for gloves among evergreens

Long woolen skins in unsubtle themes

And entire season on a credit card

Observing loves, rare freindships seen

manifest their greatest deeds

With facing feet from numbered dressing stalls

Had I been more awake this morning

I could have seen the coming warnings:

The calendar,

the pens,

Sunday on the phone again

Today we'd stand alone with pines

Instaed of with produce,

in endless lines

How does preparation for the week

require the entire weekend?

The next time you say to me

"This week's just a day too long"

Well your days are getting shorter,

and as a gentle reminder

Under boots tan needles break

Every Sunday I pray you'll see

That you're doing this thing all wrong

Because down on the corner,

among the pines

Hopelessly small and still,

they defy the rake

The next time you say to me

"This week's just a day too long"

Well your days are getting shorter,

and as a gentle reminder

Under boots tan needles break

Every Sunday I pray you'll see

That you're doing this thing all wrong

Because down on the corner,

among the pines

Hopelessly small and still,

they defy the rake