Flowers Where Your Face Should Be - The Wonder Years

Bright blue hydrangeas

Lost in the weeds

Bus stops and barbed wire on the way to stare

At the heart of the earth from the Poas peak

Just like the ones that we grew back in Jersey

Hung upside down, drying out for the wedding

There’s a man with his head in his hands on the sidewalk

His wife’s there behind him just off of the street

She scratches his back as he sobs on the asphalt

And what strikes me most is the symmetry

How they’re framed just like you and me

When the light from the hospital’s eastern wing

Tangles up in your hair and the sadness that pooled in my heart

Starts emptying slowly

Well I saw you last night in my dream

And there were hydrangeas where your face should be

The redwoods feel lonely and lunar and distant

The sun comes in fragments through breaks in the trees

And I feel further from home than I’ve ever been

These thin lines of light across space tether you to me

They pull in my memories, back to our apartment on 2nd Street

Through the South-facing window the light catches lengths of your hair

Like a path that you left me

Well I saw you last night in my dream

But there were azaleas where your face should be

Pieces of us in the morning sun

Sleeping bags under the 101

She takes off his glasses as he falls asleep again

They don’t got much but goddamn they got love

Well I saw you last night in my dream

I’m gonna marry you underneath driftwood from Crescent City