Yours

YOURS

Written by Chris Garneau

Vocal: Chris Garneau

i’m sorry to bring this up again old guy

when you had to leave / and i said goodbye

to you / from between the avenue

and the tree, the one that blocks the window view / and me

i think back to some of the things i said that one night,

like that you weren’t with your family anymore, it was mean, it wasn’t right

but i was a stupid baby back then / i was scared

i didn’t know how to love you, didn’t realize how much you cared

about me

about me

i loved you

i love you

this is yours

yours :

the red world,

the corresponding breezes

they go on,but we don’t

we are done

i waved goodbye to you that day

from the parking lot in the alleyway

i remember feeling terrified

not knowing if you’d come back, but you did, and we tried.

but later that fall i walked the sad stretch of my mind

and said, no we can’t go (on), we’ve gotta leave this behind.

i thought IT to myself at the windowsill

as i looked out onto the tree, the church, the chill….

the leaves had all fallen off.

that tree was dead.

the neighbors, the whole town — they’d all gone to bed

we sat on the floor and waited for your car to arrive

and we said goodbye, and we cried.

the church bell stopped

time was dead

the neighbors, the whole town had gone to bed

our sweethearts knew, our sisters knew too

and we knew. we knew.

this is yours

yours :

the red world

the corresponding

breezes

they’ll go on,

but we won’t

we are done

this is yours

yours :

the dead world

the corresponding

dead breezes

they’ll go on

but we won’t

we are done