Sisters

I tied your shoes while you
Sat and watched the rain
Hands folded across your lap and the dull
Look of peace across your face
Mom down the hall, Bible pressed to her chest
When she swore the Devil hides in everything
And her room was the only safe haven left

She watched us grow through window panes

Something in the middle
Something in the middle
Something in the middle
Something's in the way

You had held my hand while the
Wind whistled nocturnes in the dark

Something in the middle
Something in the middle
Something in the middle
Something's in the way

Never knew what it meant to be whole and free

Something in the middle
Something in the middle
Something in the middle
Something's in the way

Neither one of them mocks if we steer
From paths only they can see

But sink or swim is all they'd say

Your hand rode the wind out
The window of the train
We slept in our seats with our
Knees curled beneath our dirty chins
Dad gripped the bags like they might fly away
And the scenery beyond the glass was liquid
We sat and soaked it in

I felt your breath along the way

I'd hold your hand when the sky fell apart
And you would hold my hand if you
Felt me slipping back into the dark
I can't tell from the ground
If the sky will fall
I can't tell from the sky if
There's anybody down there at all

It's empty inns and empty plates