There's a letter with my worst fears addressed to you
I never sent it but you opened it and read it
There's a letter with my worst years addressed to you
The script so faded but the message conveyed
And so I'm back to the blackboard
And it's all I could ask for
I'll learn the creases of the chalk
The features of these closing walls
Unplug my heart like a patch-cord
I miss her feet on the dashboard
She kept me in electric moods
But now I'm in this empty room
Paying my dividends
Through the split ends scattered on this ship deck
The unforeseeable future scares her more than the current fairweather
But whether or not the current is fair, the list has been checked
The consequence of misgauging difference in air pressure
A little different than the fair weather