Sandwiches

Your cold hand was underneath as you slept
 We made sandwiches and then they said you'd left
 I read words that someone wrote as we cried
 And I tried to think of all the times you told me you were tired
 You'd be on the phone
 Every time we'd get home
 And I think I thought you'd be there
 Wherever she goes
 Wherever she goes
 I have tried to recall how your cashmere sweater smelt
 I've spent countless days recounting your hairspray and how you felt
 "Oh, I'll let you go" is what you'd say to me
 And now it's I that has to let you go to where you have to be
 You'd be on the phone
 Every time we'd get home
 And I think I thought you'd be there
 You'd be on the phone
 Every time we'd get home
 And I think I thought you'd be there
 When I think of you a movie-reel of moments plays
 We'll be in the car or after mass on Saturdays
 You'll be walking down the driveway, you'll be in your chair
 You'll say "See you 'round" or "Say your 'Three'"
 And now you're everywhere
 You'd be on the phone
 Every time we'd get home
 And I think I thought you'd be there
 Wherever she goes
 (I will meet you there)
 Wherever she goes
 (I will meet you there)
 Wherever she goes
 (I will meet you there)
 Wherever she goes
 (I will meet you there)