Lyrics Thirty - The Weather Station

Thirty

There was a time you put your hand on the small of my back
I was surprised that you touched me like that
But there in your hand was a current of life
I could hardly stand, I stayed still and I didn’t mention it
If I did, I’d have made some joke of it
It was strange how I could feel so sane
So plain when you’re around
And unbidden to me, there it rose, the fantasy
Colored rose and easy
Yeah, I could see it so simple, unsubtle, impossible, clearly and strange
Far and as close as a mountain range on the horizon
Driving all day, there I was, so sane
So plain after everything
Gas came down from a buck-twenty
The joke was how it broke the economy anyhow
The dollar was down, but my friends opened businesses
There were new children and again, I didn’t get married
I wasn’t close to my family
And my dad was raising a child in Nairobi
She was three now, he told me