FONDNESS

I think it's sweet that people think of one another

In love and other precious thoughts of tender

How could it be that we should keep it from each other

Love grows as soon as I become uncovered

I think it's sweet when people think of one another

In love and other precious thoughts of tender

How could it be that we should keep it from each other

Love grows as soon as I become uncovered

I was sittin' on the side of 59 north in my stalled out truck waitin on a tow

Thinking of my friends for whom I'd head how to break the news that my trip had cut short

If I were a blue heron at eleven in the morning

I'd fly up north to feel some kind of loving

Could it be that we will swarm when we are warm

If I was a cicada and I hatched

A little to early from my batch

I'd be looking around to find a match

That couldn't be found outside

I stopped thinking about someone who stressed me out real bad

I was thinking about how much I had enjoyed being sad

I was wondering why love and limerence seemed to close in vibe and cadence

Then I felt the difference in my chest tension giving way to rest

And my sad smirk fell on the sidewalk by the gutter

And my joy unfurled with a sort of subtle stutter

I think it's sweet that people think of one another

In love and other precious thoughts

How could it be that we should keep it from each other

Love grows as soon as I become

If I was a blue heron at eleven in the morning

I'd fly up north to feel some kind of loving

Could it be that we will swarm when we are warm

If I was a cicada and I hatched

A little to early from my batch

I'd be looking around to find a match

That couldn't be found outside

I stopped thinking about people who stressed me out real bad

I was thinking about how much I had enjoyed being sad

I was wondering why love and limerence seemed so close in vibe and cadence

Then I felt the difference in my chest

Tension giving way to rest