Perhaps the years of grieving have left me
I think the summer is upon us
The cars roll into Cedar Grove under the bright June sun
But I, I am not among them now
Maybe I'm ready
I run at night down beside the river
The lanterns shine red from the graves
No more lonely kitchen tables
No more sorrow picking at my brain
No I belong to the day now
Maybe I'm ready
The trolley screams and lurches towards the city
And I stare at my own eyes in the glass and I smile to think
How far I've come from the dull roar of loss
And everything seems quiet now
I can hear the ice cream truck one street over
June weeds lunge up past the railing
All my socks have worn holes
From this long winter and this longer spring
But I don't have to wear them anymore
Maybe I'm ready
I think the summer is upon us
The cars roll into Cedar Grove under the bright June sun
But I, I am not among them now
Maybe I'm ready
I run at night down beside the river
The lanterns shine red from the graves
No more lonely kitchen tables
No more sorrow picking at my brain
No I belong to the day now
Maybe I'm ready
The trolley screams and lurches towards the city
And I stare at my own eyes in the glass and I smile to think
How far I've come from the dull roar of loss
And everything seems quiet now
I can hear the ice cream truck one street over
June weeds lunge up past the railing
All my socks have worn holes
From this long winter and this longer spring
But I don't have to wear them anymore
Maybe I'm ready