Beth Nielsen Chapman Thanks To Spring
Old ticket stubs, gum wrappers etched
In ways to write your name
Love letter scraps no strings attached
Just odds and ends and things
Wind blows through these photographs
Our innocence, the aftermath
Thanks to spring I changed my purse
Came upon this ancient curse
The ache and thirst to feel your touch
I wonder if I'll love that much again
Life's windows change, new faces flash
Like cars these days go by
Such little things unlease the past
Like feelings locked inside
Broken plastic dimestore ring
Holds al the tears my heart contains
Thanks to spring I clean these drawers
Dump this stuff out on the floor
I taste these tears, I breathe this dust
I wonder if I'll ever love that much again
Thanks to spring I wind these clocks
Empty out these cardboard boxes
Sweep across these closet shelves
The memories replay themselves
I open up my window wide
And smell the sweet new grass outside
Amazing grace, the seeds of trust
I wonder if I'll ever love that much again
Old ticket stubs, gum wrappers etched
In ways to write your name