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
With feeling numb at 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 a less painless way to pray
Than as the one who holds the plate
What's a 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