Return to Cups |
Baby’s in the sky again, soon her plane leaves the runway, |
Can’t bring myself to leave the gates until she’s up in the air |
And here I am again, up in the air while on the ground. |
Watery eyes and jet exhaust and counting the miles |
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Baby’s gonna fly away to Daddy, and I wonder how awful I make her life. |
Awfully strange, awfully fun, awfully happy, awfully painful |
Here I am awfully blue in the smoking lounge |
Wondering if this is the beginning of a new constant feeling |
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Baby flies away from me. Yet, regrets are absent, despite this ache and sadness |
As I build my life Lego by Lego, I see worth in the heap of blocks before me. |
There is an optimism that assures me, despite the primary colored chaos around me. |
Our life will be right and true someday, I say, as I snap another rectangle on the base |
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Baby’s on the plane and I imagine her getting settled in her purposeful way |
She’s the type to be too keyed up to cry, and would never risk the embarrassment. |
My emotions take a ride on the edge of my face … daily … it rides “furtive-free” |
That’s me, everything matter-of-fact and plain to see. |
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Baby loves Mama, as they wander cobblestone high streets of ancient towns by the sea. |
Yo-yo in hand, her best trick by far, is around the world |
Walks imitate our life, so I worry about my head, in all respects. |
A head too tuned to second-guessing the future to enjoy the present, a head getting conked by a yo-yo. |
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Baby loves having a crazy mama, baby acts like her crazy mama too. |
But our ears always listen intently to each other’s heart & hold conversations high & dear. |
Our arms and hands instinctively connect and detach. |
We know the secret dance is let go but hold on to the soul in this shared adventurous life. |
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Baby’s in the sky and she believes that her Mama will always follow through |
With every dream in her heart, every plan on her lips, so I must never let her down. |
I must never let her feel heavy like this rain today, in these gray Scottish skies. |
Glasgow rain and the jet engines scream from up high -- your baby is in the sky |
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