Stop While You're a Head - Okey Dokey

Now that we’re here at the end

I can’t believe it, we really did it this time

Now that we’re staring at our feet in our hands

We’re babies, babies again

And ain’t that how it feels when you’re lonely?

After being loverly for so many years

And it feels like I’ve had seven kinds of living lives

All of them quite beautiful, but pardon me

I can’t recall your birthday or your favorite kinds of colors here

In the fall, as the leaves ar falling

Here I am, trouble rcalling those things

(You know what it really is?)

I can’t go around a single corner

I can’t hit the grocery without her spirit followin' me

And if it’s not my pocket that’s a’ringin'

It’s ringin' in my head, from ear to ear

She’s right there, in my head

All you ghosts and all you poets

You wouldn’t even understand

She’s right there, everywhere I go

In my pocket, on the road

Now that we are at the end of something

I can’t believe it, we really did it this time, baby

And in my head, there’s only the past and where I’ve been

Memories of your skin, or at least what I can recall

And now that this whole thing has come upended

Those days pretending that it could not be

Seem like such trivial things in such a beautiful story

Seems like the only thing that don’t come running out

Is that I wish that I’d done anything differently, anything

(Ahh…)