Its days like today that get me sentimental
The mountains disappear into the clouds and I imagine heaven is touching down on earth for a few brief moments
Like a train stop for everyone who has ever passed, like a snow-globe-peek into our world.
"Last call for earth, last ticket call!"
And our loved ones file one by one out of the white,
coming on a day long excursion to spend a little time with the lives they don't get to live in.
It's why on rainy days I like to be on my best behavior,
What if they're comparing the past they remember with the present they're observing?
I never want them to feel I've gotten lost without them.
Like I was a distant responsibility they could never dimension right.
coming on a day long excursion to spend a little time with the lives they don't get to live in.
It's why on rainy days I like to be on my best behavior,
What if they're comparing the past they remember with the present they're observing?
I never want them to feel I've gotten lost without them.
Like I was a distant responsibility they could never dimension right.
And they're not supposed to take souvenirs
But some angels can't let go of the things they left behind
So I'll leave out a cold can of Pepsi and pull up basketball stats on my idle computer while I blast Elton John from all angles of the house.
and I think it's okay because we get keepsakes and journal entries and prized possessions,
and all they get are rainy afternoons, one season of the year.
And before we know it the last flight home will drop its weight across the horizon.
So I'll leave out a cold can of Pepsi and pull up basketball stats on my idle computer while I blast Elton John from all angles of the house.
and I think it's okay because we get keepsakes and journal entries and prized possessions,
and all they get are rainy afternoons, one season of the year.
And before we know it the last flight home will drop its weight across the horizon.
It's can't be time to go already..
The sky is dumping its anguish, the clouds are darker than we appreciate and the air is brushing by fast and cold as we lose our guardians to the only ride home.
because God can't give them back. No matter how badly we want him to.
Regardless of our shooting star wishes and our desperation prayers and the silent eye pleas we try to hide on rainy days.
God can't give them back. No matter how badly they want him to.
The sky is dumping its anguish, the clouds are darker than we appreciate and the air is brushing by fast and cold as we lose our guardians to the only ride home.
because God can't give them back. No matter how badly we want him to.
Regardless of our shooting star wishes and our desperation prayers and the silent eye pleas we try to hide on rainy days.
God can't give them back. No matter how badly they want him to.
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