The Wonder Years - Flowers Where Your Face Should Be

Bright blue hydrangeas
Lost in the weeds
Bus stops and barbed
Wire on the way to stare
At the heart of the earth
From the Poas peak
Just like the ones
That we grew back in Jersey
Hung upside down,
Drying out for the wedding

There's a man with his head
In his hands on the sidewalk
His wife's there behind him
Just off of the street
She scratches his back
As he sobs on the asphalt
And what strikes me most is the symmetry
How they're framed just like you and me
When the light from
The hospital's eastern wing
Tangles up in your hair
And the sadness that pooled in my heart
Starts emptying slowly

Well I saw you last night in my dream
And there were hydrangeas
Where your face should be

The redwoods feel lonely
And lunar and distant
The sun comes in fragments
Through breaks in the trees
And I feel further from home
Than I've ever been
These thin lines of light
Across space tether you to me
They pull in my memories,
Back to our apartment on 2nd Street
Through the South-facing window
The light catches lengths of your hair
Like a path that you left me

Well I saw you last night in my dream
But there were azaleas
Where your face should be

Pieces of us in the morning sun
Sleeping bags under the 101
She takes off his glasses
As he falls asleep again
They don't got much
But goddamn they got love

Well I saw you last night in my dream
I'm gonna marry you underneath
Driftwood from Crescent City