This isn't what I foresaw

For you and me

But here we are

Post tea

The chickadees have come again

To partake in their daily bread

I look to you and watch your hands

Fumbling with your golden band

Fumbling with your pipe

And all your notions of a twenty-year-old man

How did we get so gray

Somewhere along the way?

You lay your burdens down

The happy beyond the dreams

The things I wanted for myself

Fit me like some hand-me-down

They weren't as important as the years

Of softness with my little girl

And finding meaning in a world

Where you are, where we are, where we love

Fumbling with my hair

I'll place your finger in my mouth and hold you there

I hold you there

I hold you there

Another year, another snow

You place the morning feeders out

I see surrender in your gate

Of things forgotten by middle age

The sailing seas, the foreign lands

Of anchored in the every man

A miracle, a little bird

Has come aloft onto our world

Fumbling with my heart again

Chickadees and sipping tea

Chickadees and sipping tea