Never Untangled from The Tracks by Stephanie Hatfield

Come into this house we shared for seventy years
You can look around and still you wouldn’t know that he’s not here
Come sit down in that old chair I swore that I’d throw out
They keep telling me he’s dead but I’ve begun to have my doubts

I know it’s over but it was more, more than just his life
A high lonesome wind is riding through the rest of my time

It’s a story I know you’ve heard how he came one summer day
Came to build a bridge that in the end would carry me away
I still get up at five am like that girl from Kentucky
Now I find myself alone and old in this cold northern city

I know it’s over but it was more, more than just his life
A high lonesome wind is riding through the rest of my time

Is it the man I miss or how he needed me for everything
My fingers are worn from serving him still bear my wedding ring
I can’t reckon I know just where he went but still it seems to me
One life so long with someone else can never untangled be

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