Grief rides quietly on the passenger side Unwanted company on a long, long drive It turns down the quiet songs and turns up the din It goes where you go, its been where youve been And pushing your empty cart mile after mile Leaves you weeping in the wilderness Of the supermarket aisle And in the late night kitchen light it sits in a chair Watching you pretend that its not really there But it is, so it is and you ask Are you predator or friend The future or the past? It hands you your overcoat and opens the door You are learning the world again just as before But the first time was childhood And now you are grown Broken wide open, cut to the bone And all that you used to know is of no use at all The same eyes youve always had have you walking into walls And the same heart cant understand Why its so hard to feel What used to be true Whats now so unreal See Mary Chapin Carpenter LiveGet tickets as low as 51You might also likeBut it is, so it is and you say I wish I were the wind so that I could blow away Grief sits silently on the edge of your bed Its closing your eyes, its stroking your head The dear old companion is taking up air Watching you pretend that its not really there
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