The Promises of Children Children on the swings was it Autumn was it Spring? When we promised each other everything? A porch facing west after years of correspondence A testimony to divine plan?
Now the vans and the planes the buses and the trains Converge in my mind one common goodbye I come bearing maps yeah room to room with my atlas Do you have any idea why I leave so fast?
It’s cause at night I dream of boats that I cannot seem to steer And acres of flowers under glass It’s cause at night I dream of words that won’t spill off in the bath Do the promises of children ever last?
I walk the midnight aisles ceremoniously tired Married to this empty cart this mile Neither moving east nor absolutely west We excuse our little dreams as dual honesties But still at night I dream of boats...