Little Films

little films that fade from sight
little flashes of color
little snippets of sound and light
little ghosts uncovered
playing catch with you at a stoplight
or was that somebody else
it's hard to keep all these memories straight
when you keep them locked away on the top shelf
but I put in you in every box I could find
and the bottom, it fell out every time
and I made running look easy
with the trail of memories I left behind
another sad, foggy detail
dancing on the sidelines
of how wrong everything
went the lie I told you
of how we just ran out of time
and I said this is what we do
we make plans, they fall apart
we fall down and we pick ourselves up
try and make a new start
and you said you put down roots
you tend a garden till it grows
but what good is planting seeds
when you always reap the sadness you've sown
and I saw the same man down on the corner
holding the same dirty sign
does he still have your change in his pocket
wearing your coat down on airport drive
chorus
and I remember that your hands were small
but big enough to hold my head up
surely that can't be all
that those years were made of