The scent of lemon lozenges, the sawdusty junk drawer

The after-shower baby powder sprinkled on the floor

The frosted grass through cloudy glass, the autumn gettin’ old

Your morning jog out in the fog, your sweat mixed with the cold

After school, bible study, choir’s in rehearsal

Diesel fuel, a yellow band of light across your temple and eyes

The goof’s got on his brights

So you pull off to the side

An’ let’im pass right on by

And ease back on the Old York street

The scent of coconut sunscreen with a distant cigarette

Frisbee slippin from my grip, that flick I could never get

The tattered yellow picnic blanket wrinkled on the sand

The panic-stricken puppy drum wriggling in your hand

Pockets full of watermelon Jolly Rancher wrappers

Beach volleyball and all the other games I never wanted to play

But did anyway

And you cast out your line,

Turn back and smile,

Even when nothing’s biting

Leanin on your shoulder, now the sermon’s dragging on

My flyer full of doodled flowers cut off at the stem

Holy, holy, holy cry the seraphim again

Do this in remembrance of me, go in peace, amen

Your head now ever bent down before Christ, the Apple Tree

You’re following your namesake’s call to pray unceasingly

I am weak but thou art strong means a little more each day

As one by one, the gifts he gives, he comes and takes away

Copa cleats, a give and go, then one-time past the keeper

Hands for feet weaving through the defense

Like a needle and thread

Through the denim bedspread

That she made from our old jeans

Into a patchwork of dreams

And together you’d tuck me

Into in the bottom bunk and you'd

And ask him to bless and to keep me

And to give me peace, and give me peace

And you skip to track four

Open the score

And Lo, How a Rose ‘ere Bloometh