“Snow Globe” (2009)

We live in different time zones.
We take the same train

to see the mailman;
he lives between us.

You live on the other side
of the town we live in.

It likes to snow on my side.
I like to talk to your side,

but I don’t talk to you
because you don’t talk back

except to say “hello”
and more importantly “goodbye.”

Something really amazing is going on in my life
that I can’t describe in words.

Something really amazing is going on in my life
that I can’t describe in words.

Something really frightening is going on in my life
that I can’t describe in words,

and I can’t describe it in words.

We live in different time zones.
We get up on the same days;

see the same big bright sun,
but it isn’t setting.

We pick the same apples
from a different place.

They have a different taste
depending on where you eat them.

Would you like to take a ride to the other side of town?

Your life is a school of sacred music.
I can still hear you sometimes
singing through the treetops
in my old neighborhood,
where the power’s almost always out,
and the people watch the sunset

sitting in the park,
drinking heineken,
smoking cigarettes,
and laughing and dying like old friends.

You are as old as time,
and I’m a little bit older than you;

I can still see you sometimes
sitting on the stoop
outside your old building,
dreaming of fire
and words we never said.

We live in different time zones.
We take the same train

to see the mailman;
he lives between us.

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