Threadbare - The Wonder Years

On a crowded stretch of highway, we’re counting all the cars—

The red ones vs the green ones, by the headlights, in the dark

We pull into the driveway.

I see fragments of my heart

Through the warm glow of the windows, spilling light onto the lawn

I’m so aware of your silhouette—

The shape of your face and the shadow cast

All the fingers hanging lifeless.

Fists balled up in my gloves

It’s another mild winter, but I still feel them going numb

Jill smiles as I walk in. There’s a quiet sort of hum

Finally home after a long year.

The house radiating love

I’m so aware of your bassinet—

You’re half awake being carried in

I’m feeling worn, feeling threadbare

Like the sleeves of my sweater

I watch the light grow thinner and disappear

When I think of December, I always think of Mae

And her house on Erdenheim where everyone I love felt safe

I drive past it every Christmas.

I’m gonna buy it some day

And anyone who needs to could always stay

I’m feeling worn, feeling threadbare

Like the sleeves of my sweater

And I watch the light grow thinner and disappear

I’m feeling worn, feeling threadbare

Like the sleeves of my sweater

And the days only get longer from here