Baking Soda

Way back when whenever we opened the taps

Waterfalls fell into all of our laps

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Now it's old baking soda, oh, what will I do?

But dig up trays of forgotten and cloudy ice cubes

That'll spark in the sunlight and melt back a storm

Spring water from back before you were born

There's nothing left but the weather here, but the weather this year

It's all there ever used to be, and all that will reappear

There's nothing left but the weather here this year

If I wrap my arms around it, I think that makes it mine

So I'm pulling on the moon like a strawberry spring tide

Sibley's birds are barking, there's eye-shine on the ground

And I have not been counting, and I'm all turned around

But there's nothing here to turn off and nothing left to prove

So why do I still measure things in increments of you?

There's nothing left but the weather here, but the weather this year

It's all there is for miles to see and all that I can hear

There's nothing left but the weather here this year

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There's nothing left but the weather here, but the weather this year

It's all there ever used to be, and all that will reappear

There's nothing left but the weather here this year

There's nothing left but the weather here, but the weather this year

It's all there is for miles to see and all that I can hear

There's nothing left but the weather here this year