Season's Greetings

The trees reach like hands

to the sky from the land

and towards each other too they bend.

I watch them from a window

like an old gray tired widow

who was married once to the handsomest of plans.

I'm going to sit at a table

over Christmas with Rachel

and we're going to laugh about the town where we were born.

Maybe I just need a vacation,

this spring drive with me to Portland.

The sun will cast our shadows

like arrows to ocean and keep us warm.

Keep us warm.

So cheer up my dear

The sky's not always clear.

There needs to come

a setting sun

before the night stars appear.

And those trees skeletons

know that winter has begun

but with it comes a new year.

No next to Odom ravel

like this last one did travel

out to the water every chance we get

'cause the stream's good as dead

if we only let it live here behind our eyelids i

f we always keep it hid.

So cheer up my dear

rub your eyes clear.

Some can be sung

until you're breathing through your lungs

with the cold, dark air.

Now the banner can't be hung

until you've climbed the lowest rungs

with the ladder leaning here.

You remember how your parents

clapped, waved and smiled.

Every little thing made them proud

when you were a child.

Well now you've grown

and you're the coolest kid I know

but somehow they've lost their interest long ago.

Well cheer up my dear,

I'll always be here.

And the sky above you,

he kids our age line up to love you,

and you have nothing to fear.

There's a sky above you,

the kids our age they line up to love you,

and you have nothing to fear.