Morning after snowstorm
Stand in the silence
Almost feel reborn all alone on the street
It’s a certain sort of stillness when the quiet surrounds you
The only sound your shovel on concrete
I remember those piles from the snow plows always seemed much bigger back when I was kid
Pushed all of the snow to the end of the driveway
I was the only person up in the neighborhood
Morning after snowstorm
I turned the ignition and I started my car
Morning after snowstorm
I scraped off my windshield with the edge of a credit card
I remember that drive into work
Still can hear the voice coming over the radio
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I thought of the day in a tie in the kitchen I sat and I watched you put make-up on
Thought of the day in the basement when I played house
I felt ashamed that I’d stayed in my head in the same place for so long
Because I was afraid to change
But that’s not an excuse to stay
Morning after snowstorm
I climbed up on the snowbank and I stared at the neighborhood
Morning after snowstorm
I think I finally understood what they meant when they said there’s a calm after the storm
Saw my grandpa at his workbench building grandma’s bookshelf
Watched a woman walk her trash out to the street
Father alone on the highway
I heard the salt trucks and neighbors off to work
Saw my mother
Saw how history loops around all of these moments and then I saw you
In a dress there with your eyes open wide to put make-up on
Thought of the day in the basement that I played house
And I felt ashamed I’d ignored all the hands that extended before and around me
Because I was afraid to change
But that’s not an excuse to stay
It’s not an excuse