An acoustic guitar by a sunlit window, wildflowers outside, a lamp, clock and notebook on the desk

From Perennials, Track 09

Same Man

Lyrics

I found a photo, I was nine
The crooked grin still plainly mine
And thirty years did not erase
The weather living in that face

The one who folded every day
The one who wanted out to play
Were never facing off at all
One carried one through every fall
The hands I feared had let me go
Were mine, and holding on below

I thought I packed him with the coat
The day I signed what someone wrote
But every kindness I got right
Was him, still leaking through the light

The one who folded every day
The one who wanted out to play
Were never facing off at all
One carried one through every fall
The hands I feared had let me go
Were mine, and holding on below

There were never two at war
Just one man leaning on a door
And both the hands upon the frame
Were mine, and answered to one name

The one who folded every day
The one who wanted out to play
Were never facing off at all
One carried one through every fall
The hands I feared had let me go
Were mine, and holding on below

One carried one through every fall
One carried one through every fall

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