Field Report Every Time
The sunset seemed excessive, two hours out of town
The great expanse of freedom bound our wrists by all accounts
Who is walking on the wire? Who is on the ground?
We were watching one another gasping out loud, moving air
While the tightrope trembled like a tumbler topped off for a toast
So full you can't move it anywhere
Every time, every time
Last night I had a dream there was tartar on your teeth
And you had me gently, with a knife, loosening it free
And then spread it all around like sunscreen at the beach
And we were laying there for hours, your head resting on my knee
While the late season ice was sneering from the shade
I'm gonna keep you under glass and keep trapped in amber memory
The secret anniversary of a first date
Every time, every time, every time
Every time, every time, every time
There is someone where I go now who reminds me of how you looked
That morning in sunlight when I saw how you looked under glass
How many first days do we have the nerve to wait for?
I see you every time I go and
Every time I think of home and
Every time I feel alone
Every time a plane flies low
Every time I hear the phone
Every time my cover's blown
Every time I think of home and
Every time I feel alone and
Every time a plane flies low and
Every time my cover's blown
Every time I think of home and
Every time I go
Every time, every time
Every time, every time
Every time, every time
Every time, every time
Every time
