Older

When I was just a girl
I had so many thoughts about love.
Now that I'm older
I just want someone to come home to.

I used to think that
eyes were windows.
Now that I'm older
I just want someone who will see me.

I don't need anybody else.
I do just fine on my own.
And everything I am
is everything.
But I don't want to die alone.
I don't want to die.

I used to have so many
things to say.
Now that I'm older
I just want someone I can talk to.

I always wanted
to know everything.
Now that I'm older
I just want someone who'll understand me.

It’s just an ordinary hope
for such and ordinary life
where everything you are
is everything
And I don’t want to die alone.
I don’t want to die.

Holy, holy

In this temple
of hollow holiness,
a mind collapses
with the solitude.

We have nothing but our bodies and
our spirits calling for another day.
And terrible the kindness of an old revelation.
Terrible the voices in our heads.

In this city,
in the alleyways,
the fevered glances
of a million different faces.

Light that falls from shuttered windows,
the space between forgotten longings.
And angel choirs singing out their hallelujahs,
calling to the voices in our heads.

Whispered words pass
from lips to lips.
An ancient verse to
carry on our shoulders.

We have nothing,
we have everything
that spills from cracks in cobbled city streets.

Holy, holy sings an angel choir.
Holy, holy shout the people
and the streets are ringing out with sounds of hallelujah,
echoed by the voices in our heads.

Imperfect Day

Monday morning, same as the one before.
Sometimes I think I can't do this anymore.
Then I feel you put your hand in mine,
saying, "Darling, everything's gonna be fine."

Car is broken, bills are piling high.
Sometimes I don't know how I'll ever get by.
Then I see you smiling down at me,
saying, "Darling, what will be will be."

On an imperfect day, it will be okay
with you right by side.
And if the days are long,
then it won't be wrong
to hold you through the night.

Friday evening, working late again.
Sometimes it seems like this day will never end.
Then I hear your voice on the telephone,
saying, "Darling, I can't wait for you to come home."

And when you smile,
it's all worthwhile,
the things that we must do
for an imperfect day
to be okay.
They're better spent with you.