Lyrics

You were 34, I was 43
And though it doesn't always go this way
You were like a younger version of me
And I knew all the games that you played

Little lies smiled in your eyes
And your words didn't hold much weight
Somehow I knew it was the best you could do
You know, I really couldn't help but relate
The mirror didn't look so great
But I really couldn't help but relate

What I liked best about being with you
Since there was nothing there to hold onto
Physical pleasure notwithstanding
Nothing there to hold onto
I learned to show up for myself

Something about a shroud
on a hanger in a closet in an old motel
abandoned on the Skyline Drive
till weather has a way of deep house cleaning
Sun, the housekeeper of the heart