The Things That We Are Made Of
MARY CHAPIN CARPENTER · The Things That We Are Made Of 2016 · Track 11 of 13
Written by Mary Chapin Carpenter
I remember driving down the rutted roads late at night Following the summer moon bright as any pair of headlights I felt the air on my face and the night pressed inside my palm a moment captured in a place this memory stays strong
Oh my darling oh my love Oh my darling oh my love Oh my darling oh my love The things that we are made of
And I remember feeling I'm alive and in no need of saviors If the past's another country I'm at the border with my papers Where is your heart if not inside you where is home or are you lost where is love if not beside you I had no answers but they let me cross
Oh my darling oh my love Oh my darling oh my love Oh my darling oh my love The things that we are made of
Like the silence of my shadow when the twilight world is calling The loneliness that knows me by the cadence of my walking And the scar upon my elbow and the sound of my own breathing My reflection in a window and the way I'm always leaving
And I remember wishing for some other life than this one I've claimed How often have I been convinced how eagerly I'd make that trade Then all at once I see your face and the summer night and the open door dimmer now but not erased and I know what these are for
Oh my darling oh my love Oh my darling oh my love Oh my darling oh my love Oh my darling oh my love Oh my darling oh my love Oh my darling oh my love Oh my darling oh my love The things that we are made of