Pines

Down the street I'll park the car
 You go ahead and meet me inside
 There's no reason for us to both go through with it
 On the way I'll call about this guitar
 Don't want to sell, but I'm in the red
 Plus I just don't know what to do with it
 Had I been more awake this morning
 I would have seen the coming warnings
 The calendar, the pens, Sunday on the phone again
 Today we'd stand alone with pines
 Instaed of with produce, in endless lines
 How does preparation for the week require the entire weekend?
 Shop for gloves among evergreens
 Long woolen skins in unsubtle themes
 And entire season on a credit card
 Observing loves, rare friendships seen
 Manifest their greatest deeds
 With facing feet from numbered dressing stalls
 Had I been more awake this morning
 I could have seen the coming warnings
 The calendar, the pens, Sunday on the phone again
 Today we'd stand alone with pines
 Instaed of with produce, in restless lines
 How does preparation for the week require the entire weekend?
 The next time you say to me
 "This week's just a day too long"
 Well your days are getting shorter, and as a gentle reminder
 Under boots tan needles break
 Every Sunday I pray you'll see
 That you're doing this thing all wrong
 Because down on the corner, among the pines
 Hopelessly small and still, they defy the rake
 Every Sunday I pray you'll see
 That you're doing this thing all wrong
 Because down on the corner, among the pines
 Hopelessly small and still, they defy the rake