South out of Springfield

This is a long, slow song, but it is very dear to me. Imperfections... but of course. As always, it is about the song.

"South out of Springfield"

The clouds are heavy with rain.
You're wet as you walk through the kitchen.
With a mild look on your face,
I can tell that you're not really listening.

The paper still lays in the tray,
With a coffee cup stain on the headline.
What the bold text is trying to say
Is that there's no need to bring out the red wine

And celebrate.
No, not today.

And who knows your pain
Better than I do.
I feel the same,
But you don't know.
There's no word today,
(But) maybe tomorrow.
I guess that this pain won't leave us alone,
Until the boys come home.

We're sitting close in the car,
But there are miles that separate what we feel.
The clouds have opened to stars,
As we're driving south out of Springfield.

The word to describe what we are
Has yet to be born in existence.
You say, "Remember the kids in the yard,"
As a smile holds a tear in resistance.

You say, "Not today,
They wouldn't want it that way."

And who knows your pain
Better than I do.
I feel the same,
But you don't know.
There's no word today,
(But) maybe tomorrow.
I guess that this pain won't leave us alone,
Until the boys come home.

We finish our chores before dark;
There's a breeze that blows through the rafters.
You fold your hand in an arch,
And pray to remember their laughter.

The beds are still made in their rooms.
You turn the light out as you leave.
My heart grows the size of the moon,
As you say you only see through me,

And on the other side
Is our babies' eyes.

And who knows your pain
Better than I do.
I feel the same,
But you don't know.
There's no word today,
(But) maybe tomorrow.
I wish that this pain would just leave us alone,
Until the boys come home.

Click here if you'd like to read my interpretation of the song. But as always, enjoy establishing your own meaning before doing so.