It’s a grown over road from here to wherever you are
But you still take up space in my head -
Like fireflies in a jelly jar

And there is all this feeling
A mystery, yes

You’re married.
Oh, it was eventual but I wasn’t prepared anyway
I heard the news
As though listening from the end of a long drain

There was all this feeling
A mystery, yes

If I had loved you differently
Opened the door for you when you went
Been content with an arm chair at the window
Making a scrapbook of your accomplishments
Would you still be composing
Me your delicious poems
Or would such ease
Have turned your writing insipid and bland –
Would you still have your constant need to be
Misunderstood
Blame me for your diminished state –
Whetting your self righteous anger
Always fresh and cutting edge

And you have all this feeling
A mystery yes

I sit in the kitchen
Picture us having dinner
There was always something I wanted to ask you
Something you needed to tell me
But somehow the chance kept slipping sideways
Because after the laughter
And holding hands across the table
And after you looked away
By then there was no right time to say anything

And what I still want to ask you
is what you still don't want to hear

There is all this feeling

A mystery yes