The Produce Aisle Lyrics

Wherever there's a bright blooming cherry tree

That's the place where you'll find me

Wherever the river runs into the sea

That's where you'll find me

Look, it's Betty Smith in the produce aisle

Counting all the pomegranates, giving them names

Her hair is all in curls

And the two of us will soon part ways

She's dreaming of the sky, of the sunset ocean

Are those tears on her cheeks, or is that condensation?

Saltwater condensation

Wherever there's a sprouting sycamore tree

That's the place where you'll find me

Wherever things are where they shouldn't be

That's where you'll find me

That's where you'll find me

That's where you'll find me