Sparks for Stef

We try to take nothing for granted
Like breakfast, and breathing, and short term memory
But sometimes it gets so cold you almost can't stand it
To remember is to be reminded so insensitively
That it's hard not being told who to be
But the tradeoff is incredible just to know that you're free

The best trapeze artists perform with no nets
No one ever won a jackpot on a gentleman's bet
So you wake up from the best dreams just to find your bed's wet
And of course no life comes without a hint of regret

But you can drive to Indiana
Visit your metal friends in Savannah
Or fly to England on a plane
And though all the maps say that you are far away
There are memories, warm feelings which will always remain

Like college radio late nights
And heart to hearts, curbsides
The sheer beauty of which there are not words to explain
The ghosts in the attic sure beat TV static
We were up all night and damn near insane
And all the time learning from each other how to keep out the rain