Garage

©1996 Andrew Calhoun, recorded on Where Blue Meets Blue

That old garage sure is dirty
Didn't I clean it out last year
There's useless piles of stuff, there's old tires
I can't recall whose car's they were

John came by when you were downtown
We moved the piano to the backroom
It's out of the way, nobody plays
Come on, you know that's true.

When I was a young man I dreamed a blue streak
And I sold the man's groceries
Now that I'm older I live a grey silence
And buy the man's groceries

And if I didn't love you, maybe you wonder
Maybe you wonder sometimes
Where would you go, who would you go to
What if there's nothing besides

There's a hobo's bag by the can in the alley
That's where the secret's kept
What falls in the dark may rise up holy
It depends on how you slept
Let the kids go running, forget the laundry
It never gets done anyway
I'll help you unpack your bags,
I'll listen if you want to talk about your day