Recessional Lyrics

Recessional lyrics

"It's so beautiful here," she says, 

"This moment now and this moment,
now."

And I never thought I would find her here: 

Flannel and
satin, my four walls transformed. 

But she's looking at me, straight to
center, 

No room at all for any other thought. 



And I know I
don't want this, oh, I swear I don't want this. 

There's a reason not to
want this but I forgot. 



In the terminal she sleeps on my
shoulder, 

Hair falling forward, mouth all askew. 

Fluorescent
announcements beat their wings overhead: 

"Passengers missing, we're
looking for you."

And she dreams through the noise, her weight against
me, 

Face pressed into the corduroy grooves. 



Maybe it means
nothing, maybe it means nothing,

Maybe it means nothing, but I'm afraid to
move. 



And the words: they're everything and nothing. 

I want
to search for her in the offhand remarks. 

Who are you, taking coffee, no
sugar? 

Who are you, echoing street signs? 

Who are you, the
stranger in the shell of a lover, 

Dark curtains drawn by the passage of
time? 



Oh, words, like rain, how sweet the sound. 

"Well
anyway," she says, "I'll see you around..."