Unbalanced Suns - Courtney Marie Andrews

I think it was in the basement that I saw you let up

Our naive eyes wanderin' like four unbalanced suns

Our New Years was shared ten days in

When the light came on without rhyme or reason

I had never believed in such childish things

But my contentment was filled in our slumbering sleep

When the light came on like a dream

I could plow the snow, but I’d like to stay

With all these innocent pursuits, I have much more to say

I’ve heard longing can turn into a creature of fear

Till you’re talking to yourself in some truck-stop mirror

The letters have been sent, and we’ll continue to write

Sincerely and always, we have plenty of time

I’m somewhere in the Southwest helping brothers cut Mesquite

But I’ve heard things often blossom come Spring

So when March hangs its coat, I will see you through

Till then I’ll be thinkin' of your basement, I’ll be thinkin' of you