Congratulations seems a funny thing to say at a time like this

Maybe I’m sorry and I’d mean it right away and you’d believe me

It’s nothing sacred in fact I’m really quite ashamed

This way of reason

I can’t quite shake it in a way I can’t explain

Must be the season

After all the way we’ve come it’s time we turn around

And inventory every pebble that we’ve found

And mend the miles

This story’s broken is this the middle or the end

I’ve lost my bearing

But I found this token and it’s only part pretend 

This is me caring

Just like that capsule we buried long ago 

Disparate parts of me

Now damn this shovel unearthing broken bones 

I don’t want to see

But let’s remember how we both walk a steady line

Now we’re wanting more than, “Great - hey better luck next time” 

And mend the miles

For all we know we’ve been through this all before

It’s never easy when you’re frazzled and afraid 

Of being open

I trust it’s worthwhile or I’d gladly turn away

So here’s to hoping

This situation all these ruptures and repairs

The broken hearted

The tender spaces the places unaware

Don’t get me started

Let us finally remember everything we know 

Cast aside the anger and let the river flow

And mend the miles

For all we know we’ve been through this all before