Stuart Wicke Band - Still Life

Who are those people in that photograph
Their faces look like yours and mine
But you would never wear your hair like that
And he doesn't look so saturnine

Still life goes on the way it always has
And means what it has ever meant
And so as ever I'm prepared to trust
In whatever meaning we invent

We will always be weathered and tethered together
Just you, my bellwether and me
We will always be reaching our hands in the dark to see
We are always unfolding, hands holding
Our shoulders consoling in hours of need
I will always be holding you closer and closer to me

Where are those people in that photograph
And did they ever settle down
Whatever permanence they're looking for
I hope it's out there to be found

Written by:
Stuart Wicke

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