3.Ceiling Fan
Hanging on by one hand to a ceiling fan
The room spun around below me
When I pulled back the sheets, I saw your face again
and your eyes told me a story
Climbing down a drain pipe in the dead of night
the sky was barely breathing
On a dugout roof I thought I'd find some proof
that I hear songs above the laughter
Words that sting and settle down somehow
Gifts you'd bring that don't mean anything at all
Did you notice that the light had changed？
And fingerprints on the windowpane？
Driving around town til your car breaks down
Swimming in the leaves of a willow tree
Standing in my old jeans on a trampoline
Shouting out your dreams from a porch swing
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