The nights are shorter than they used to be The old sun just won't delay his rising And whether it's wishful thinking or bleary eyes blinking I always find the dawn a little surprising It steals away the dreams I've been having Of a house somewhere near the ocean Where the salt breeze replaces the streaming salt tears And crashing waves replace ragged emotion But the cries of babies and phone alarms call The hours of work ahead demand attention That calls me away like Lovelace to an uncivil kind of war That leaves my heart and soul in restless tension The tears I catch in broken-hearted stories Are not in place of the loves I leave behind But every face is painted in deep hurt and wounded fear For you and our kids I find strength to be kind Where I am not for our kids, there you are Unfairly burdened by the neverending fight Of a mediocre mind stylized as a brave warrior-poet Who comes home tired and grouchy at night While on the homefront you build castles Without walls or moats or warlike aspect But fortresses of love and peace and imagination That only the deepest hope can ever protect And when our faith and every hope is spent And we are ready to fall asleep in our bed We do the dishes and dream of a home by the sea And though we could give up or give in, We choose to carry on instead
A Hand to Catch the Tears
A Hand to Catch the Tears
A Hand to Catch the Tears
The nights are shorter than they used to be The old sun just won't delay his rising And whether it's wishful thinking or bleary eyes blinking I always find the dawn a little surprising It steals away the dreams I've been having Of a house somewhere near the ocean Where the salt breeze replaces the streaming salt tears And crashing waves replace ragged emotion But the cries of babies and phone alarms call The hours of work ahead demand attention That calls me away like Lovelace to an uncivil kind of war That leaves my heart and soul in restless tension The tears I catch in broken-hearted stories Are not in place of the loves I leave behind But every face is painted in deep hurt and wounded fear For you and our kids I find strength to be kind Where I am not for our kids, there you are Unfairly burdened by the neverending fight Of a mediocre mind stylized as a brave warrior-poet Who comes home tired and grouchy at night While on the homefront you build castles Without walls or moats or warlike aspect But fortresses of love and peace and imagination That only the deepest hope can ever protect And when our faith and every hope is spent And we are ready to fall asleep in our bed We do the dishes and dream of a home by the sea And though we could give up or give in, We choose to carry on instead