Texty
If there is a lesson here--
Love does not just disappear.
Love’s not for the faint of heart
It takes all you’ve got, and spits it out.
Like a silkworm spewing thread
Tiny jaws spin the unsaid
From which we pull our mourning dress,
Dark silk for our very best.
But stars still shine
On the house where you were born.
And the street that follows you home.
And the song you made your own.
We wear it every day
In the sun and the rain
Try to take it off, and still it stays
Can’t take it off, we’re made this way.
We’re dressed for the ball
Grief arrives early, late, and on the hour.
She wanders in, she’s ours alone.
Holds our hand, walks us home.
Instrumental/solo
She takes what she needs.
Brings you to your knees.
Makes promises, she’ll never keep,
Like what she wants, or when she’ll leave.
The life we build on tenterhooks,
Careful planning and all the rest,
Never quite makes it on the books.
Never makes it on the books
If there is a lesson here--
Love does not just disappear.
HANNAH JUDSON
Songtrust Ave