You Don't Have to Tell Me that I'm Missing the Point Lyrics

Here in all, here in part

Here in chair, here in heart

One-pointed here-ness inside of the soft afterall

Relax, relinquish, relate

Get to know everything as best as possible

If you can, can you not

If you can, how

Understand the blank spaces

The dark corners, inner walls

Spiritual programs

Broken plates and spinning balls

Voices carrying toppling falls

In the absence of a motive

The shadow nears

My friends marry their people and grow on

Growing up is not a child's play

Child's play makes autumn leaves out of sunlight

Passings by pass us by

My friends marry funerals in the night

I'm whistling in the absence

Of foresight and its absence spells out just like a bite

From a loaf of forgotten rye

Left out overnight

It's okay, but it will not be fresh again

What I'm saying is here in all of the possible here's of them all, I am silent

I am still, I am at a crawl

The second hand has slowed to a drawl

And I can hear my friends

Even when they no longer call

Let's pretend to understand how this ends

Let's marry, let's die

Let's move on

The goose lifts up its choir boy robes

By the river, let's sit here and let him flap it on

Let's pretend it's okay to just pretend

The geese know it's okay to just go on

Once I had a name and I shared it with some friends

Once those friends would call whenever they thought to call

Now I think about picking up the phone

But it's been too long

So long

Where would I start?

My friends marry funerals in the night

I'm whistling in the absence of foresight

And its absence spells out just like a bite

Left out overnight

It's okay, but it will not be fresh again

So long

Where would I start?

I walked with a dog today for a mile and some more

I listened to Walden but frankly I was bored

You don't have to tell me that life is hard

And we do it wrong

You don't have to tell me I'm missing the point

Here in my heart, here, I know

I know it

The goose is honking past the pond

I've come to believe that my friends are gone

And here, too, I'm here to believe that I'm not yet too far gone

But you don't have to tell me I'm doing it all wrong

I'm doing it all wrong

I'm doing it all wrong

I'm doing it all

Wrong