1. Choice

From the recording Pieces Missing


Looking back at the wreckage site
And feeling dumb to be surprised
Looking back takes up all my time
For feeling numb with what I find
It's not a choice to throw it all away
It's a tragedy
To take away the beauty you create
For your own relief
What's the less painless way to pray
Than as the one who holds the plate
What's the less shameful thing to say
Goodbye or I love you anyway
Choices going on
Even though you're gone
Even with the cost sweetly lost to you
It's hard to understand
How to take a hand
When yours was the one I was sure that I knew
I was sure that I knew
I was sure that I knew