Paula Cole - Chickadees (And Sipping Tea) lyrics
[Paula Cole - Chickadees And Sipping Tea lyrics]
This isn't what I foresaw for you and me
But here we are
The chickadees have come again
To partake in their daily bread
I look to you and watch your hands
Fumbling with your golden band
Fumbling with your pipe
And all your notions of a twenty-year-old man
How did we get so gray
Somewhere along the way?
You lay your burdens down
The happy beyond the dreams
The things I wanted for myself
Fit me like some hand-me down
They weren't as important as the years
Of softness with my little girl
And finding meaning in a world
Where you are, where we are, where we love
Fumbling with my hair
I'll place your finger in my
Mouth and hold you there i hold you there
I hold you there
Another year, another snow
You place the morning feeders out
I see surrender in your gate
Of things forgotten by middle age
The sailing seas, the foreign lands
Of anchored in the every man
A miracle, a little bird
Has come aloft onto our world
Fumbling with my heart again
Chickadees and sipping tea
Chickadees and sipping tea
But here we are
The chickadees have come again
To partake in their daily bread
I look to you and watch your hands
Fumbling with your golden band
Fumbling with your pipe
And all your notions of a twenty-year-old man
How did we get so gray
Somewhere along the way?
You lay your burdens down
The happy beyond the dreams
The things I wanted for myself
Fit me like some hand-me down
They weren't as important as the years
Of softness with my little girl
And finding meaning in a world
Where you are, where we are, where we love
Fumbling with my hair
I'll place your finger in my
Mouth and hold you there i hold you there
I hold you there
Another year, another snow
You place the morning feeders out
I see surrender in your gate
Of things forgotten by middle age
The sailing seas, the foreign lands
Of anchored in the every man
A miracle, a little bird
Has come aloft onto our world
Fumbling with my heart again
Chickadees and sipping tea
Chickadees and sipping tea