Next Life from Songbouquet by joy burklund & her band

You clutter up the dining table
With keys and headphones and words
I peel an orange in the kitchen
And plan the day's housework

And as we sit, steep, breathe in our ordinary air
A cat jumps from the windowsill
Leaving tumbleweeds of cat hair
And something in this brings me fear

Cuz it hurts when I wonder
In our next lives how will we find each other?
Can we arrange a meeting place?
Write it on my arm as I enter my grave?
Or can I hang a note on your toe?
Look for me
When it’s me you’ll know

Now if I’m real honest I’d have to guess
Our souls will go on, fall for others
And love just as sweetly as we’ve done for one another

But given the expanse, the reach of all of infinite time
It’s only gotta be so long till our heartbeats get to
Sing their rhymes
Again
But till then

It hurts when I wonder
In our next lives how will we find each other?
Can we arrange a meeting place?
Write it on my arm as I enter my grave?
Or can I hang a note on your toe?
Look for me
When it’s me you’ll know

Now easy, breathe me
I know we’ve still time to grow old
Leaning on each others shoulders
Glancing pictures of old haircuts and clothes
I peel an orange
You turn a page
And I tell myself, oh
Time will be enough, I hope
No
Time will be enough
May it be so

• Rock
• diva
• indie
• pop
• punk
• Philadelphia