The Saving Things

A journal that keeps all confessions

Hope like the rarest of possessions

A light that's left on by the door

A feeling of needing nothing more

A cup of coffee, a vintage locket

A bandana in your jean's back pocket

A song you know backwards and forwards

At the top of your lungs, here comes the chorus

The sound of rain on a roof that sings

The first day in ages that feels like spring

Arriving at the end of your wanderings

Don't forget, don't forget the saving things

A photograph taped to a mirror

The proof that once we all were here

The scent of smoke curling from a candle

Next to the souvenirs on the mantle

A stranger's smile, an old friend's laughter

Letting go of what does not matter

A radio's murmur in a midnight kitchen

The things that you notice when you stop to listen

The gems that shine from a passed down ring

Love letters tied up with a string

Wildflowers fit for a king

Don't forget, don't forget the saving things

The things you see when you close your eyes

Abandoning every old disguise

The past and all the days that made us

Again and again are the things that save us

The sound of rain on a roof that sings

First day in ages that feels like spring

The place at the end of our wanderings

Don't forget, don't forget

Rock'n'roll, poetry and symphonies

The infinite number of infinities

And the beauty in just about everything

Don't forget, don't forget the saving things