Ain't Life a Brook - Ferron


    I watch you reading a book
    I get to thinking our love's a polished stone
    You give me a long drawn look
    I know pretty soon you're going to leave our home
    And of course I mind,
    especially when I'm thinking from my heart
    But life don't clickety clack down a straight line track
    It comes together and it comes apart.
    You say you hope I'm not the kind
    To make you feel obliged
    To go ticking through your time
    With a pained look in your eyes
    You give me the furniture, we'll divide the photographs
    Go out to dinner one more time
    Have ourselves a bottle of wine
    And a couple of laughs

    And when first you left
    I stayed so sad I wouldn't sleep
    I know that love's a gift, I thought yours was mine
    And somethng that I could keep
    Now I realize that time is not the only compromise
    But a bird in the hand could be an all night stand
    Between a blazing fire and a pocket of skies
    So I hope I'm not the kind
    To make you feel obliged
    To go ticking through your time
    With a pained look in your eyes
    I covered the furniture, I framed the photographs
    Went out to dinner one more time
    Had myself a bottle of wine and a couple of laughs

    And just the other day
    I got your letter in the mail
    I'm happy for you, its been so long
    You've been wanting a cabin and a backwoods trail
    And I think that's great...me...
    I seem to find myself in school
    It's all Ok, I just want to say
    I'm so relieved we didn't do it cruel
    But ain't life a brook

    Just when I get to feeling like a polished stone
    I give me along drawn look
    It's kind of a drag to find yourself alone
    And sometimes I mind
    Especially when I'm waiting on your heart
    But life don't clickety clack down a straight line track
    It comes together and it comes apart.

    Cause I know you're not the kind
    To make me feel obliged
    To go ticking through my time with a pained look
    In my eyes
    I sold the furniture, I put away the photographs
    Went out to dinner one more time
    Skipped the bottle of wine
    Had a couple of laughs
    And wasn't it fine....

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