TC - Victoria Williams

Early in the morning on a farm far from the main road

Up before anyone else

I think I’ll go for a walk out in the woods, not sure just where

Might go see if TC’s there

The dew had not yet left the yard

Diamonds in the grass

A wealthy girl and all

Took all my good friends

Here Booger, here Rex

Way across the field they come

Here they come, here they are

We go out in the woods

Way across the fields

And the birds sing it’s morning in spring

And a hippo cloud passes overhead

Followed by a cat cloud with a ball of yarn in its paws

Around the final bend I see a trailer sitting there

'Miss Gibson, is TC here?'

'Well he’s out back, honey'

TC is a memory

TC

In TC’s younger days he played many a barhouse and roundhouse

All across the southland

He built some houses that people live in now, yes he did

TC fought in some wars

Did quite a few chores

Planted plenty of gardens

Raised kids, raised pigeons

In his toolshed that he’s built out back

He’s got his homemade heater and a Fridgedaire full of root beer

And a pool table sitting there

And his friends

These animals that come around

He feeds them at twilight

TC’s got many a story to tell

With the dancing light in his eyes

He plays ukelele

'You are my sunshine, my only sunshine…'

'O my darling, O my darling, O my darling…'

TC

Now what would a man like TC do

With a million dreams

But them in a box, lock them up tight

And mark them 'Unimportant Things'

TC is a memory

TC