Mary Chapin Carpenter - What To Keep And What To Throw Away lyrics

rate me

These are your instructions, should you chose to follow

Sit down with pen and paper, begin with something hollow

At the past words you offer a kind of explanation

And only take up places that do not need to say them.

Open up the closet, find this winter coat there

Check inside the pockets, find a couple notes

It says ‘milk and Sunday paper' and a heart smudged in blue

You fold it up and box it before you have time to think.

Sundays are the hardest, a void from near your backroads

Erased the old phone numbers, delete all the photos

And those you haven't heard of come as no surprise

They made the calculations when they chose aside.

These are your instructions and you become repulsive

And old friends say they miss you and sleep becomes illusive

Fill up every journal, empty every shoe box

Turn the lists and letters, sweep out all the old thoughts

Shake off all the covers, roll every window open

Stand here with the bare feet welcoming the morning

These are your instructions and places left you stranded,

But you are lost and wounded, bleeding and abandoned.

It's the tourniquet for pressure that I knew it's healing

It's a prayer for good measure when you think you've lost all feeling

Walking to the guest room, the last place he was sleeping

See the outline on the pillow, smooth it without weeping.

One last final walkthrough, move the bags and boxes

From front porch to the back seat, probably ain't the losing

These are your instructions if you choose to follow

Stop and take a big breath, begin with something hollow.