Sometimes Just the Sky - Mary Chapin Carpenter

Noises in my head

And endless should-haves rain on me

Like a storm, like hurricane

Losses piled up like wood stacks stories high

Feels like I’ve been framed, I have no alibi

Used to be that all I needed

Was what I didn’t possess

Hurting makes you who you end up as, more or less

Every choice I made that worked out

Was just a lucky guess, just a lucky guess

Adventures half discarded half held onto now

Dancing on the ledge to the edge somehow

Well I can still pick out the faces

Though I forget the names

In places that I’ve gone but the urge remains

To throw caution to the wind or is it to the stars

To hold out my open hands

To spite my empty heart

To wear my heart down on my sleeve

Just like a battle scar, these are battle scars

There’s comfort in a late night kitchen’s radio

And in a letter sent, lists of what you know

When you don’t know anything

You make another one

It’s good to write it down starting with the sun

And sometimes church bells, trees, and seasons

Marking times gone by

Sometimes starlings swell

Some tidal moons and filled up eyes

Sometimes everything at once

But sometimes just the sky

Sometimes just the sky