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