Way It Is, Way It Could Be - The Weather Station

You look small in your coat

One hand up on the window

So long now, you’d been lost in thought

No snow on the road

We’d been lucky and it looked like

We would be well past Orleans

And past Montmagny

The road giving way to river

The frozen Saint Lawrence white and blue

We went out on the ice

And I turned back to you

A figure distant and small in the long view

Was it the look in your eye?

I wasn’t sure

The way it is and the way it could be both are

We got back in the car

You always tell me the truth

Even when it hurts me it hurts you

Could you go a little easy?

Would it kill you?

Living out the dream

Out on the road now for a couple weeks

So intimate with all that we had wanted

All that we hoped for

And all that we dreamed

The way it is and the way it could be

But how long is it going to go on?

I’m gonna count on

I’m gonna hold out for nothing much

A little kindness

A little praise some days

I get so close, but I don’t really touch

What I get, what I need

The way it is, the way it could be

Two brown dogs came out running cross the highway

Panting and low to the ground

And then they were gone

For a moment, I had run them down

I closed and opened my eyes

They were running up the hill on the other side

The way it is and the way it could be

Both are