Sandwiches - Gordi

Your cold hand was underneath as you slept

We made sandwiches and then they said you’d left

I read words that someone wrote as we cried

And I tried to think of all the times you told me you were tired

You’d be on the phone

Every time we’d get home

And I think I thought you’d be there

Wherever she goes

Wherever she goes

I have tried to recall how your cashmere sweater smelt

I’ve spent countless days recounting your hairspray and how you felt

«Oh, I’ll let you go» is what you’d say to me

And now it’s I that has to let you go to where you have to be

You’d be on the phone

Every time we’d get home

And I think I thought you’d be there

You’d be on the phone

Every time we’d get home

And I think I thought you’d be there

When I think of you a movie-reel of moments plays

We’ll be in the car or after mass on Saturdays

You’ll be walking down the driveway, you’ll be in your chair

You’ll say «See you 'round» or «Say your 'Three'»

And now you’re everywhere

You’d be on the phone

Every time we’d get home

And I think I thought you’d be there

Wherever she goes

(I will meet you there)

Wherever she goes

(I will meet you there)

Wherever she goes

(I will meet you there)

Wherever she goes

(I will meet you there)