Every Time - Field Report

The sunset seemed excessive, two hours out of town

The great expanse of freedom bound our wrists by all accounts

Who is walking on the wire?

Who is on the ground?

We were watching one another gasping out loud, moving air

While the tightrope trembled like a tumbler topped off for a toast

So full you can’t move it anywhere

Every time, every time

Last night I had a dream there was tartar on your teeth

And you had me gently, with a knife, loosening it free

And then spread it all around like sunscreen at the beach

And we were laying there for hours, your head resting on my knee

While the late season ice was sneering from the shade

I’m gonna keep you under glass and keep trapped in amber memory

The secret anniversary of a first date

Every time, every time, every time

Every time, every time, every time

There is someone where I go now who reminds me of how you looked

That morning in sunlight when I saw how you looked under glass

How many first days do we have the nerve to wait for?

I see you every time I go and

Every time I think of home and

Every time I feel alone

Every time a plane flies low

Every time I hear the phone

Every time my cover’s blown

Every time I think of home and

Every time I feel alone and

Every time a plane flies low and

Every time my cover’s blown

Every time I think of home and

Every time I go

Every time, every time

Every time, every time

Every time, every time

Every time, every time

Every time