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My wife and I bought another secondâhand couch to match our secondâhand rug and secondâhand lights. Weâre building a secondâhand life, but at least weâre getting a hand somewhere along the line. She looks around and all she sees are tattered things. All bruised and bandaged, pieced and packaged to bring peace â Peace, like so many things that from day one, weâd been open about. Like our family dream. Like moving from the couch stays, the parties, and the boozing. Sheâd sing, âMy gift is life. So, my life, I give to you. And, my song is love. Thatâs why I sing for you. So sleep, Sweet Babe, in peace, while I sing for you.â Iâve been painting houses and sheâs been cutting hair on the side. Oh, but we still â we barely get by. Oh, but, weâre getting by. Well, in a smaller town, we might have found religion or prison by now. But, here and now, Iâm pleased to lay my cheek down to her belly round and sing, âIâll always sing for you.â
- Álbum:
- Pulling Weight