This isn't what I foresaw For you and me But here we are Post [missing] tea 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