Down the street
I'll park the car
You go ahead 
Meet me inside 
There's no reason for us to both go through with it 
On the way 
I'll call about this guitar 
Don't want to sell,
but I'm in the red 
Plus I just don't know what to do with it

Had I been more awake this morning
I would have seen the coming warnings:
The calendar,
the pens, 
Sunday on the phone again

Today we'd stand alone with pines 
Instaed of with produce, 
in endless lines 
How does preparation for the week 
require the entire weekend?

Shop for gloves among evergreens 
Long woolen skins in unsubtle themes 
And entire season on a credit card 
Observing loves, rare freindships seen
manifest their greatest deeds
With facing feet from numbered dressing stalls 

Had I been more awake this morning
I could have seen the coming warnings:
The calendar,
the pens, 
Sunday on the phone again

Today we'd stand alone with pines 
Instaed of with produce, 
in endless lines 
How does preparation for the week 
require the entire weekend?

The next time you say to me
"This week's just a day too long"
Well your days are getting shorter,
and as a gentle reminder
Under boots tan needles break 
Every Sunday I pray you'll see
That you're doing this thing all wrong 
Because down on the corner, 
among the pines 
Hopelessly small and still,
they defy the rake

The next time you say to me
"This week's just a day too long"
Well your days are getting shorter,
and as a gentle reminder
Under boots tan needles break 
Every Sunday I pray you'll see
That you're doing this thing all wrong 
Because down on the corner, 
among the pines 
Hopelessly small and still,
they defy the rake