Tender Blindspot

It's cold, but at least the sun is out

Her breath hangs glowing in the air

She's standing at the car with the key in her hand

Like a sleeper coming back from somewhere

All at once, the weight has lifted

Forgotten the weeping all last night

She's wearing a frown borrowed from her father

Her head is tilted a little to the right

And it's just your tender blindspot

Not the ruination of your soul

As long as trees are skying

Tears are weeping seas to make us whole

Still you wonder why you're aching

Why you should go on, you just don't know

But it's just your tender blindspot

From that tender blindspot you must go

The days are short and grey

It's the hardest time of year

And she must have missed the roadsign that said

"From now on, nothing will be clear"

And the whole day is claling

But she is frozen to the ground

There's something in the silence

There is something waiting to be found

And it's just your tender blindspot

Not the ruination of your soul

As long as trees are skying

Tears are weeping seas to make us whole

Still you wonder why you're aching

Why you should go on, you just don't know

But it's just your tender blindspot

From that tender blindspot you must go

And the morning dove is clinging

To the powerlines above

And time is hanging fozen

In its grace and pain and love