time

Midnight, 1987
Dangling our legs off your front porch
I've been on your driveway since 11
Waiting for word that your parents divorced

Time will heal me

Down foothill boulevard they all spill out
Like swans and penguins you can hear them shouting
I'm tossing wine labels into the creek
Like feathers in a pillow fight they scatter

Deep in the abandoned winery shane swoboda sprained his wrist
This is where dead birds are buried
Here is where we used to kiss 

You don't know what you've got 'til you grow up
Hallways haunt me like ghosts haunt hallways
Abandoned fields where our many teams played
But I couldn't see them from under the bleachers 
And only you know why

At 23 you have no hope for children
And 27 your hopes are dwindling still
But the boy in the world with even one absent father
Is an argument for the morning after pill

Words and music by michael johnson
© 2000 zubsongs, ltd.