Happiness

Happiness is only real when you share it
Snow that thickens withered trees, and how they wear it
Clambering up from my bed in a blanket
How I find you shivering at the heat vent
with a thin light leaning on
all the yawning you have done
It's a grey snow, and grey swans
It's an orange while at dawn
It's not the weight that brings you down,
it's how you carry it
I had to change it,
I had to change it
How the dreams can stay with you through the morning
coloring the way she looks at the whole thing
While the curls of smoke the lake is reflecting
all the copper leaves
Spinning like a set of keys
The wind was jingling
And saying, "Come on girl, it's time to go for a ride.
Girl, it's time, to go for a ride,
Girl, it's time, to go for a ride."
It's a thin twig holding strong
that the blackbirds light upon
for the length of a radio song
before they shovel on
It's not the weight that brings you down,
it's how you carry it.
I had to change it,
I had to change it.
How I find your bobby-pins on my floor.
How I know that morning will bring more.
How I find your underwear in my dryer,
and a strand of blonde hair, on my shoulder.
Even when you're gone
Even when you bend, like a swan
The wind was rustling
All the things you leave, and says
"It's time for a ride.
Girl, it's time, to go for a ride,
Girl, it's time, to go for a ride,
Girl, it's time, to go for a ride."