Cold dawn won't comfort you

Cold coffee

Won't see you through

Cold sheets

Won't heal your heart

Your frozen fingers of your

Name so tarred



I know so rarely

That things come your way

Your ways are tender

And your paths are straight

Your mind's not lived in

The way ours are set

Your heart is open

To love and regret



Rings and letters they pass you by

You wish them well

And seldom cry

For stones and promises and wedding sighs

You've known the times that you've

Lived and died



These sailors come by

And spend time ashore

Their thoughts are hoarded

As yours have been stored

Your mind's not lived in

The way ours are set

Your heart is open

To love and regret



Outside in the morning air

I hear the soundtrack of the

Blues harp player

It touches feelings that you

Don't arouse

Knocks me back to that

Shuttered house

Take me back

When they're all out

Take me back to that

Shuttered house



I know so rarely

That things come your way

Your ways are tender

And your paths are straight

Your mind's not lived in

The way ours are set

Your heart is open

To love and regret

Love and regret



Love and regret