Your Love at Noon

You’ll forget about me at nine

When I slip out the door

Into the cold

February air

You’ll wake up

And think I was something

That shouldn’t have happened

And you’ll make yourself breakfast

And start your day

By ten, I’m a few little details

That you can get rid of

By eleven

And by noon…

By noon, I’m working the lunch shift

Turning over sandwiches

Trying to forget about you

Before I’m done with work

So I can find somebody new

To forget about tomorrow morning

But it’s hard

It’s hard to go home that day

And hang up my coat

Feed my dog

Fall down on my couch

And pretend there’s something good

On tv for a change

I keep thinking about noon

About you packing up a car

And heading out

Knowing you don’t

Have a reason

To come back

Could I have given you a reason?

I guess, but not in a few hours

Not in the time we had

I could barely keep you interested

Your mind was...somewhere else

And you said that

You said you weren’t here

That I should keep that in mind

That you were going to give me

A part of you

And the rest of you

Was going to be off in the clouds

And I said Okay

Because I thought

A little bit of falling in love

Would go a long way

And I was right

But I guess…

I guess I took it too far

That’s the danger, isn’t it?
That you reach the point

Where you promised yourself

You would hold back
And you don’t

You go too far

And that’s your love at noon

If you have to think about it

If you have to check the clock

Every five minutes

So you can figure out, you know--

You know, you’re going--

Where is he now?
Where is he now?

How far away from me

Is he now?

If you’re doing that

Then--

Then it’s a different kind of day

And the clock ticks

It goes

It goes and it keeps going

And you tick right along with it

You wonder

How many ticks

You got left

How much time you have

To love somebody

To make, uh, to, uh--

To make yourself--

Memorable

To give somebody something

That makes them say

Screw wherever I was going

I need to be here

I need to stay here

With you

And one day it’ll be noon

And you’ll still be in bed

With that person

Think about that

Think about having

That kind of day

I mean, me, I--

Yeah, you know, I--

I think about it

All the time