Where the Spirit Meets the Bone - Darrell Scott

Last night I asked to see you, needing to apologize

And the woundings there were deep, I could see it in your eyes

And we spoke of softer days since the hard ones we had known

And a healing peace was slow but sure in coming- where the spirit meets the bone

And I reached for my compassion and I held you through the tears

And a river did flow freely that had blocked us all those years

And we looked with eyes forgiven at the wild seeds we had sown

Some had grown to love while we had just grown weary- where the spirit meets

the bone

Oh, the nights being lost in the smell of your hair

Oh, the lines we had crossed, heart-to-heart, everywhere

From a bed in Amsterdam to a boat in Windermere

In silence or in song or the whisper in your ear

And it comes as no surprise;

we could love again, again

Both co-stars in this movie;

but, we cannot change the end

No, the director’s up in heaven and he never checks his phone

We’re frozen in this scene called, «Someone's Leaving» -where the spirit meets

the bone

Oh, the times being lost in the touch of your skin

Oh, the lines we have crossed;

I would cross them all again

From a cool lake in New Hampshire to a field in Tennessee

You always made it known- you had saved the best for me

Now, in this clear, ironic moment, it is not lost on me

We’re both locked in separate airplanes six miles above the sea

You on your way to California and me to parts unknown

Both looking for a love that’s ours for keeping

Where the spirit meets the bone