1. January White

so let’s press undo.
rearrange the old and call it new-
january white.

every calendar is playing the same old trick:
a year will disappear, replaced with counterfeit
but we’ll never really mind.

‘cause if nothing else, we’re given a little time
to change the game, a chance to redefine
everything we are,
in our january white.

this year is a sealed envelope,
a culmination of hopes,
the lottery result that we’ve been crossing fingers for.

we could paint our walls a lighter shade of blue,
or we could pack our bags and change the entire view
to january white.

if nothing else, we’re given a little time
to change the heart in which we change our minds;
our hourglasses turn.

this year is a sealed envelope;
with apprehensive hope
we brace for anything.
i swear, i understand that nothing changes that,
the past will be the past,
but the future is brighter than any flashback.

well, we could let our guards down a little easier this time,
we could trust that when there’s joy, there’s nothing dark behind.
in spite of history,
hope is january white.

this year, we’re starting over again
letter openers in hand,
a chance to take a chance.
i swear, i understand that the past will be the past,
and nothing changes that,
but the future is brighter than any flashback.

2. The Ash Is In Our Clothes *

(Instrumental)

3. Wires

carefully cut the wire and wait.
life is a series of narrow escapes.

a chain reaction,
a loose thread that we must pull.

the birth of religion
in the challenge of the unknown.

but all desperation
leads to a fork in the road-
we live for understanding
or for control.

so very carefully we’ll cut the wire and wait.

with one eye closed,
we’ll draw back,
catch our breath and let go…
time is the string in between
the arrow and the bow.
if there’s one thing we’ve learned
as our pulse returns-
timing is everything.

if life is a series of narrow escapes,
we’re shifting our weight
in this tightrope ballet.

we’re down to the wire.