Yellow - Okkervil River

You can only talk so much about things that are never, ever going to happen

My brother’s at home with his dog and his cat and his wife is at a friend’s

You can only go on so long about feelings that never, ever actually touch you

No matter how much she told him «I love you,» he found it would depend

On the gifts that he bought her

Or how badly she was hurt

When the boss was cruel at work

But he’d just say «I love you,» and he’d reach out to her

He was feeling like shit when I came to visit and walked through the door of

his tiny apartment

We went for a walk through the park by the market so we could get some air

And I told to him all things intended to help him, especially that,

simply because it was ending

That that didn’t mean she was always pretending.

Real happiness was there

I could see and I could tell

It was real love that they felt

And I’m sorry it didn’t end well

But some things just don’t — that’s life, and you shouldn’t blame yourself

And all of these things, well, I truly believe them.

Our paths and our futures

are hidden in mists

That are stretching out over impossible distances, totally obscured

And I really do think that there’s probably more good than anger or selfishness,

sickness or sadness

Would ever completely allow us to have in this life.

I think I’m sure

But that doesn’t mean it’s bad

We were walking towards our dad

While getting out of that school bus

And he just said «I love you,» and he reached out to us