Tom Roger Aadland - Down to the Dishes lyrics

I'm down to the dishes now, except for some wine and some bread I've got a deadline on hold, a millennium winter ahead The list of my casualties touches the tiles of my floor Along with the names that I swayed from my prodigal door You'd been to the dentist when I called from a boxcar last night You sounded so fragile, you really did give me a fright But I know you are up to it, I think we both know where it's at There's a wall with your name on it somewhere in a theatre flat If you ask what I miss, there ain't much, really, that I can name And if you asked what I've got, my reply would pretty much be the same And I've thought about therapy, I've thought about writing a book But nothing will capture remotely the way that you look When I picture the faces of people I surely have hurt I wonder if I was too brilliant when I dug out the dirt The wounds in a child, doctor, tell me, how fast do they heal? I'm grateful and mourning, I can't figure out how to feel The last nights I've spent in the shallowest conceivable pit Where the resonant walls of my Jericho hardly did fit I'm down to the dishes now, along with some grief and some shame But I'm prone to be saved by a fragment of your secret name