And You

The scent of lemon lozenges
The sawdusty junk drawer
The after-shower baby powder
Sprinkled on the floor
The frosted grass through clouded glass
The autumn getting old
Your morning jog out in the fog
Your sweat mixed with the cold

After school bible study, choir's in rehearsal
Diesel fuel, the yellow band of light
Across your temple and eyes
The goof's got on his brights
So you pull off to the side
Let him pass right on by
And ease back on the street

Thе scent of coconut sunscreen
With a distant cigarette
Frisbee slipping from my grip
That flick I could nеver get
The tattered yellow picnic blanket
Wrinkled in the sand
The panic-stricken puppy drum
Wriggling in your hand

Pockets full of watermelon Jolly Rancher wrappers
Beach volleyball and all the games
I never really wanted to play
But did anyway
And you cast out your line
You turn back and smile
Even when nothing's biting

Leaning on your shoulder
Now the sermon's dragging on
My flyer's full of doodled flowers
Cut off at the stem
Holy, holy, holy
Cry the seraphim again
Do this in remembrance of me
Go in peace, amen
Your head now ever bent down
Before Christ, the apple tree
You're following your namesake's call
To pray unceasingly
I am weak but Thou art strong
Means a little more each day
As one by one the gifts he gives
He comes and takes away

Copa cleats, a give and go then one-time past the keeper
Ol' Hands for Feet, weaving through the defense
Like a needle and thread
Through the denim bedspread
That she made from old jeans
Into a patchwork of dreams
And together you'd tuck me
Into the bottom bunk
And ask Him to bless me and keep me
And to give me peace
And give me peace
And give me peace
And give me peace
And give me peace

And you skip to track four
You open the score
And lo, how a rose e're bloometh