Passing Afternoon

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[Verse 1]
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There are times that walk from you
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Like some passing afternoon
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Summer warmed the open window of her honeymoon
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And she chose a yard to burn
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But the ground remembers her
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Wooden spoons, her children stir her Bougainvillea blooms


[Verse 2]
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There are things that drift away
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Like our endless numbered days
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Autumn blew the quilt right off the perfect bed she made
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And she's chosen to believe
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In the hymns her mother sings
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Sunday pulls its children from their piles of fallen leaves


[Verse 3]
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There are sailing ships that pass
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All our bodies in the grass
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Springtime calls her children 'til she lets them go at last
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And she's chosen where to be
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Though she's lost her wedding ring
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Somewhere near her misplaced jar of Bougainvillea seeds


[Verse 4]
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There are things we can't recall
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Blind as night that finds us all
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Winter tucks her children in, her fragile china dolls
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But my hands remember hers
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Rolling 'round the shaded ferns
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Naked arms, her secrets still like songs I'd never learned


[Verse 5]
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There are names across the sea
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Only now I do believe
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Sometimes, with the windows closed, she'll sit and think of me
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But she'll mend his tattered clothes
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And they'll kiss as if they know
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A baby sleeps in all our bones, so scared to be alone