Select language to translate this lyric
The end of February,
a garbage truck
is backing up outside my window.
Four years ago
my father died,
that's more than a thousand days.
Emily is across from me,
her head cocked like a curious dog.
She's muttering lines from an upcoming show,
broken into jazz standards.
Something about Baby
leaving
and Never
coming
back.
Where are you
in the winter
when I need some camaraderie?
I'm disappointed
about my job.
It's definitely not what I envisioned.
Emily is staring out the window,
the three armed lamp is out one bulb.
I hear you are travelling around towns I can't pronounce.
You know, I used to live in them!
Now I must get some rest.
All the good symptoms of art will always bring some restlessness.
In the februaries of my late twenties and, I suppose, my thirties.
- Album:
- Story Music
- The Singer
- Poetry And Aeroplanes
- All My Mistakes
- Miscellaneous
- Let The Dog Drive Home
- Modern Troubadours In the Round: Teitur Live (iTunes...
- Stay Under the Stars
- Let the Dog Drive Home (Deluxe Edition)
- Let the Dog Drive Home (Mini Album)
- Nu Collection: Folk (Chill Acoustic Pop & Sweet Songs)
- A Night At the Opera
- The Singer (French Version)
- Catherine the Waitress (Radio Edit)
- Four Songs
- Acoustic Tunes (The Indie Folk Essential Playlist)
- Acoustic Tunes (The Indie Folk Essential Selection)
- Poetry & Aeroplanes
- Ear Snacks, Volume 4
- Sampler