I know that I said I'd be gone by now;
I'd be further down the road
but I lagged behind
belly up, you said, but I wanted you by my side.
So this is why I'm waiting.
This is why I haven't come undone.
This is what I keep saying to keep my shoulders strong.
Rosin stickied strings
hum the opening and back and forth we sway to the beat
and our raw cheeks.
They will melt all the snow before it's hushed under our feet.
So this is why I'm waiting.
This is why I haven't come undone.
This is what I keep saying to keep my shoulders strong.