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Floodplain
The Weather Station
All spring I was driving
Every river swollen with rain, every stream a torrent
Over the highway bridges that run high across the plains, flooded
“Half of the Maritimes,” they say, “is running this way”
I don’t expect your love to be like mine
I trust you to know your own mind As I know mine
Could it really be so effortless,
All in my sight, many hillsides
Green and black and distant,
And rivers serpentine, glinting
I know there’s so much it just can’t mean you and me
Still caught up in heartache and grief
Yet to come, yet to cease
I feel like I’m seeing double, all joy and all trouble
My friends say, “be careful,” or “be gracious,”
“glad,” or “thoughtful”;
“don’t move too fast”; “don’t let it pass you by”
But I don’t expect your love to be like mine
I trust you to know your own mind As I know mine
compositores: Tamara Lindeman
Every river swollen with rain, every stream a torrent
Over the highway bridges that run high across the plains, flooded
“Half of the Maritimes,” they say, “is running this way”
I don’t expect your love to be like mine
I trust you to know your own mind As I know mine
Could it really be so effortless,
All in my sight, many hillsides
Green and black and distant,
And rivers serpentine, glinting
I know there’s so much it just can’t mean you and me
Still caught up in heartache and grief
Yet to come, yet to cease
I feel like I’m seeing double, all joy and all trouble
My friends say, “be careful,” or “be gracious,”
“glad,” or “thoughtful”;
“don’t move too fast”; “don’t let it pass you by”
But I don’t expect your love to be like mine
I trust you to know your own mind As I know mine
compositores: Tamara Lindeman
