Ring On The Sill

She placed her ring on the sill, Dishes piled high She's on the front porch step And the air smells like snow She's thinking of the siege to come And how she'll miss those weekends In the park with the sun on her face And her book by her side and that Lingering taste that he left on her tongue He lifts his glass from the table It leaves a ring where it stood He sees the light from the window Caress her like he knows he should He's remembering the first time he kissed her And how he'd wake And immediately he'd miss her, Like a spell, with each breath, He'd taste her breath like a haunting, Irritating as hell Do you remember when you'd pray To never see the day When someone would make you feel this way 'Cause you knew They would cut right through you And once inside, you were afraid they'd find Nothing to hold on to He puts her ring on her finger, She brushes back his hair He takes a sip from his glass, She inhales the cold fall air And they're thinking of the long road ahead And the strength that they will need Just to reach the end And there in the silence they search for The balance between this fear that they feel And a love that has graced their lives --- Ring on the Sill - Cowboy Junkies