And I cannot guess what we'll discover
When we turn the dirt with our palms cupped like shovels
But I know our filthy hands can wash one anothers
And not one speck will remain
And I do believe it’s true
That there are roads left in both of our shoes
But if the silence takes you
Then I hope it takes me too
Stop it! STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP PLEEEEEEAAAAAASE!!!
And Lochlan stops on a dime, pulling me up out of the rain puddle that found a way to try and fill the pool against Caleb's wishes because it's almost winter.
And so I'm soaked and cold and it's pouring and he's still singing but I don't know the words to this one, I only know it's great, and I wish for monumental payback in the form of holding him down and belting out a Type O Negative or even an Amon Amarth classic in my half-assed growl.
He did make it up to me, slicing up a granny smith apple with tiny slivers of smoked cheese on each and every one, but then he ate half of it. He always eats half of it. We shared the bowlful while we found fresh warm clothes to put on after coming inside and shedding our soaked clothes and then he asked what I wanted to do.
Get a start on Christmas shopping, I said. It might be tough to send things across the country this year.
He nodded. Okay. No music in the truck today though.
Excuse me?
It was a song, and I feel like you talking about me singing it made it seem like I was saying those things, and I wouldn't-
Oh, no one thinks you wrote those words, Loch.
I just mean-
I'm just amazed at how many lyrics you can remember.
Probably not as many as you, Bridge.
Oh, I don't know about that. I learned from the absolute best, and that's you for a reason.