Memory

Lying in bed, I find an egg
I hold it to the light and see its insides
They're still there somehow beneath a pale shell that should’ve been broken by now
Things like you don’t last too long
Look at what the arborists have done
I’ve got no limbs, I cannot hold a thing
I wish you could’ve seen me back when I was strong
This tree is no place for an egg to find it’s home
(no place like this)
Things like you don’t last too long

Far away I climb a hill
Make my way up a cement tower
Where bad kids in uniform
Smoke cigarettes and write curse words
You ask me to write to you
Instеad I sing this song
But not loud enough to makes its way
Across an ocean or a fiеld
You write
But not fast enough
To catch me
Before I come home