​A Postcard with a Photo of Our Child

There will come a day when everything will change
And all the things you loved as a child will be gone
Because you sold them at some garage sale
And the photos fell off the wall
The winter came and chapped your lips
But when you kissed me, i said nothing
I just held my tongue to yours

And when the autumn ends we'll stay in bed for days
And meghan will write out lyrics
On a postcard with a photo of our child
And she'll wrap herself in blankets and clean the kitchen table
And you'll hear the microwave humming from the street

It's too loud in here
I'm drinking too much
The piano keys are broken
But i'm playing them anyway
So someday you'll sing it back to me
Even if you can't sing in tune
And she'll say, "thank you"
And she'll kiss my hands

The dishes will pile up in the sink
And we'll wish that we had nothing to do for a while

I don't want to rake the leaves today
I don't want to shovel the driveway
The city lights will blink off and on
And everything you say, i'll write into a song
When you turn away and cry into your books
I will cut my hair and ask you how it looks

We'll sit out on the porch
And pronounce each other's names
And when it's cold we'll make something hot to drink
And i'll play some songs for you

I've got a book that tells me how to be happy
I've got hundreds that tell me how to be lonely
But i don't want to be lonely

You can live in my basement
And write novels on my walls
Or you could just sit on my bed all night
While i play my guitar
And you listen to all my songs
Even when they're not that good
And you smile