Codependency

I’m sitting at the table we bought in Woodstock

It was August 1974

The humidity was 90%

And we didn’t have a cent to our names

Now the wood is worn where you rest your elbows (Where you rest your hands)

Three decades of dinners and Sunday papers

It’s a simple geometry of pine and glue

Holding up the heavy weight of our lives

You are the constant I can’t explain

Like a law written down by a thinker in a room

The distance between us is always zero

Even when I’m driving through the Berkshires (Always zero)

It’s a quiet math, a perfect sum

The logic of two people becoming one truth

I remember you in that heavy coat in Boston

We walked past the Old North Church in the rain

The temperature was 42°

You looked like a character out of a Frost poem

We crossed the Charles River and made a promise (A long time ago)

One house, two chairs, and a thousand books

The timeline of us is a long, winding road Stretching from the Hudson to the sea

You are the constant I can’t explain

Like a law written down by a thinker in a room

The distance between us is always zero

Even when I’m driving through the Berkshires (Always zero)

It’s a quiet math, a perfect sum

The logic of two people becoming one truth

They say time is a river that only flows one way

But when I look at you, 1974 is now

The numbers don’t add up for anyone else

But the proof is right here in this kitchen (Right here in the light)

You are the constant I can’t explain

Like a law written down by a thinker in a room

The distance between us is always zero

Even when I’m driving through the Berkshires (Always zero)

It’s a quiet math, a perfect sum

The logic of two people becoming one truth

42° in Boston

90% humidity in the heat

It all adds up to you (It all adds up)