The consensus is that God is a Dar Williams fan.
Can I blow this small town, make a big sound
Like the start of a film noir postcard
Yeah, let’s watch the tour bus stop and tell us,
“Here’s the scene of a spring green life dream,Take the best part, write it in your caffeine diary
...This year April had a blizzard, just to show she did not care,
And the new dead leaves they make the trees look like children with gray hair,
But I’ll push myself up through the dirt and shake my petals free,
I’m resolved to being born and so resigned to braveryIn the rain, in the rain, people rush around on cold streets
Here's a shell to hear their heartbeats very loud, very loud
Where's the pain, it's only rain, it's only slowing down a work day
What's the rush, dip your brush into this twilight
There are leaves upon the skylight, trace your hand, trace your hand
Well you mend your clothes and patch your roof and slivers of God’s
truthGrow tender as the grass in clean swept yards.
I say, it’s loneliness suspended to our own like grappling hooks,And as long as she’s got noise, she’s fine.But I could teach her how I learned to dance when the music’s ended.
And then I go outside to join the others, I am the othersFinding faith and common ground the best that they were able
And where does magic come from? I think magic’s in the learning
Finding faith and common ground the best that they were able,Lighting trees in darkness
, learning new ways from the old
, andMaking sense of history
and drawing warmth out of the cold.
Cause when you live in a world, well it gets into who you thought you’d be,And now I laugh at how the world changed me,I think life chose me after all.I watch the students in this college town.You would think they’re carefree, I have seen their trials,Frowning into Shakespeare and practicing their smiles,
Even underlining Nabokov,When I am not in love, in love.It happens every day, with their journals in cafes,
Looking up at their reflections on the other wall,
With every new idea, wondering if they’ve changed at all
,Then they turn away, it happens every day.Life is as hard and as easy as they say,Walking the steps we’ve chosen on this day. Some will be outrageous
, some have rarely shown
,Some will walk like couples
, some quite alone
As I think about the world I see,They stare and smile at me, at me.
It happens every day, at the crossing of the street
Looking out to see what’s new and what is still the same,
And the only world for love is everybody’s name,
And that will always stay, happens everyday.
And every day will happen without you.And February was so long that it lasted into March
And found us walking a path alone together.
You stopped and pointed and said, “That’s a crocus,”
And I said, “What’s a crocus?” and you said, “It’s a flower,”
I tried to remember, but I said, “What’s a flower?”
You said, “I still love you.”
[I used to say that i loved every song on Mortal City
but the title track, but reading the lyrics tonight i think i fell it love with it.]
And the blessings were like poets we never find time to know