outside looking in
carpenter, mary chapin
everywhere i see the signs
no more twists or crooked turns
where i used to take the time for quiet and reflection
now i only hear the noise of what i am without
i see them walking hand in hand
and my eyes just want to linger
on those golden wedding bands
wrapped around their fingers
i'm back in this familiar place
all the tears between us couldn't fill the spaces
and all the word we grasped at
i kept waiting on forgiveness to fix the broken places
but nothing even like it ever came my way
and tonight i drove around
and the street came up before me
i took a turn and then i found this old house coming toward me
i heard the sound a heart must make when a memory's caving in
it's the hardest kind of need that never knows a reason
are we such a lonely breed
or just born in a lonely season
it's where the reckoning begins
it's where we linger like a sigh
it's where we long to be pulled in
it's where we learn to say goodbye without saying anything
standing on the borderline