Pines

Down the street I'll park the car
You go ahead and meet me inside
There's no reason we should both go through with this
On the way I'll call about this guitar
Don't want to sell, but I'm in the red
Plus I just don't know what to do with it
Had I been more awake this morning
I would have seen the coming warnings
The calendar, the pens, Sunday on the phone again
Today we'd stand along with pines
Instead of produce an endless line
How does preparation for the week require the entire weekend?
Shop for gloves among evergreens
Long woolen skins in unsubtle themes
An entire season on a credit card
Observing loves, rare friendships seen
Manifest their greatest deeds
With facing feet from numbered dressing stalls
Had I been more awake this morning
I could have seen the coming warnings
The calendar, the pens, Sunday on the phone again
Today we'd stand along with pines
Instead of produce a restless line
How does preparation for the week require the entire weekend?
The next time you say to me
"This week's just a day too long"
Now your days are getting shorter, and as a gentle reminder
Under boots tan needles break
Every Sunday I pray you'll see
That you're doing this thing all wrong
'Cause down on the corner, among the pines
Hopelessly small and still, they defy the rake
The next time you say to me
"This week's just a day too long"
Now your days are getting shorter, and as a gentle reminder
Under boots tan needles break
Every Sunday I pray you'll see
That you're doing this thing all wrong
'Cause down on the corner, among the pines
Hopelessly small and still, they defy the rake