Pickin Up The Pieces
thinking of the times I cared
trying to get myself prepared
for the moment when you step out of the plane
reconsider what we’ve lost
was it really worth the cost
cause somehow I know that
you and I are going to have to pay
whoa, picking up the pieces
what a way to spend the day
making dandelion tea
while I sit you down to read by the fire
maybe that will take your mind
groping for something to say
“how’s your mother?”
“she’s okay”
but despite the way I feel
nothing seems to come out right
whoa, picking up the pieces
what a way to spend the night
whoa, picking up the pieces
what a way to spend our lives
