Saving Grace

So we drive and we've driven ten thousand miles

In our hometown sink back into the driveway

Which is Zen The head in the stars

Or the body in the chair

A saving grace at odds with technology

A saving grace

Eighteen with a bottle of water

Cold jeans and the face of Gibraltar

How many trunks of your goods

How many goods do you give away

I'm spellbound when I can't move

I stand in front of you

I'm flipping back through pages

Of your calendar and your books

And your childhood and your looks

I try to move in your direction

Against the grain of time

I'm hoping to recollect

My thoughts and motions

I pray to science and history

Like cancer doesn't grow

I worship and forget you

Bye worship and forget you

A saving grace

And holding on to what we've made

As it drags us by the legs

Across the living room

Put the children to bed

For a good night for tomorrow