Brandon From Ithaca - Craig Cardiff

the bus stopped in brandon, miles from ithaca

at a shop that paid it to pour all the people out

to drink all the coffee and read through the papers

about the famous coming out

the couple two rows up to the left didn’t move

as I passed they just lay sleeping in

into one another like the way birds cluster

all together when facing wind

she was like a camera, he a b-film

both pretty faced, but hard

from smoking too much and waiting too long

and from all the things that life does to break your heart

I told you so, don’t say I didn’t tell you so

I listened to them all the way westbound

under gold blankets and blue fields

with the sally-ann jackets and pillows and backpacks

she turned into him like a shield

from the stories of santa claus drunk stuck in the chimney

and the deer they lost making him fly

how BB King rode the bus to the gig cause he was broke

and how sometimes it’s ok to cry

I hear it rains here all the time, she said

first thing we’ll take a room to keep dry

we’ll find a bed and put us in it

It’ll feel like home in no time

what if there’s not much more of this

well, I’d like to share it with you

with your hundred and my hundred dollars

I’m sure we’ll pull through

I told you so, don’t say I didn’t tell you so.