Okkervil River Listening to Otis Redding at Home
During Christmas Letras:
Home is where beds are made and butter is added to
toast. On a cold afternoon you can float room to
room like a ghost. Take the crèche out and argue
about who gets to set up the kings. And I know
that it's home because that's where the stereo
sings "I've got dreams to remember." But not
even home can be with you forever. It's
Christmastime and the plane flies me over white
hills to a town in a dream, where the sky is
frozen and still, and a room (that's not mine
but it's just like I left it before, with the
wax from the candles all dusty and locks on the
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door) where I held you so tenderly, and where in
summer I opened your letter to me. I'm standing
where we knelt and a miracle mile now borders it,
but if I turn my back and look at the field I
don't even notice it for a second. There's a
tangle of greenery where winter scenery ends. And
I hear that song sometimes and imagine us much
more than friends - like if we stayed in this
town, bought the first house that went up on sale,
and how each Christmastime would bring inlaws and
snowdays and holiday mail. Your dad says you're
living in Georgia since last September. Well,
"I've got dreams to remember." I've got
dreams to remember. Oh Sara, come back to New
Hampshire. We'll stay here fo
Letras: Listening to Otis Redding at Home During Christmas
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