You At The Top Of The Driveway

Every time we speak I don’t want to hear the end of it
Months that follow, I’ll be hanging on to words

I hope that one day
You will release
All of yours fears
On top of me
And we’ll throw a party for your baby
I bet they’ll be great at dancing

We’ll go for walks
Collect tadpoles in the rain
Just like we did when we were the same age
And mum was selling avon
We thought nothing was wrong
‘till we grew into separate lounge rooms and so on

The years that divide us
The things that broke our trust
Snuck in whilst we played between God’s hall and our house
Still every time I look
I see you at the top of the driveway
In my purple dress

Every time we speak I don’t want to hear the end of it
Months that follow, I’ll be hanging on to words