Seventy, Two Cups

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Verse

Every morning I make coffee and I make too much, I will
It's my elbows, not my memory — my elbows do the same
And I pour the second cup and set it down and say her name
And I sit there with the two of them and nobody's to blame
Oh I drink them both eventually, and that's the whole of the game
And I've got a lot of mornings and I've got a lot of skill
At the being by myself now, and I'm honestly not ill
And the second cup goes colder and I love her, and I will

Chorus

It's okay, it's okay
You'll be astonished by the number of the people who appear
There's a daughter who will call you every Sunday of the year
There's a man at the café who saves the table you like, here
Oh I promise you, I promise you, you're held, and you are dear
It's okay, it's okay
You are early, you are early, that is all, and that's okay
And the rest of it is coming, it is coming, it's on its way

Verse

I have got a little radio and I have played it all along
And there's music from before us and it's playing every day
And I know the words to all of it and nobody can say
That I haven't been a lucky man, in every single way
Oh I'd trade it, oh I'd trade it, oh I'd trade it, but okay
There's a difference between lonely and between a life too long
I've a garden and a Tuesday and a granddaughter and a song
And I miss her every morning and there's nothing at all wrong

Chorus

It's okay, it's okay
You'll be astonished by the number of the people who appear
There's a daughter who will call you every Sunday of the year
There's a man at the café who saves the table you like, here
Oh I promise you, I promise you, you're held, and you are dear
It's okay, it's okay
You are early, you are early, that is all, and that's okay
And the rest of it is coming, it is coming, it's on its way

Bridge

You will not be always crying and you will not always be cold
There'll be afternoons in August that are absolutely sweet
There'll be laughing at a nothing with the strangers on the street
There'll be seventy years' worth of it that make a life complete
Oh it hurts because it mattered, and that's beautiful, my sweet
And you carry her beside you and you carry her, and hold
And the carrying gets easier and never gets too old
And you'll see her in the garden every spring, or so I'm told