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  1. The Therapist

From the recording Other People's Lives

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Vocals and guitar: Terra Spencer

Lyrics

I call with your appointment hoping you’ll pick up the phone
Trace the letters on your casefile when I work late alone
You sink into the sofa and you tell me you’re not sleeping
And you talk about your parents and the company that you’re not keeping

You tell me you’ve been dealing with anger and frustration
And you can’t feel if you’re healing and you stopped your medication
And all the while I’m thinking that a doctor should be selfless
I’m a shrink but I am shrinking, I should help but I am helpless

And we know that we can do this, and we’ve had this conversation
There’s a happy ending to this if we both have patience
But loneliness is vicious and I know that this is scary
And I can’t grant your wishes but I’ll be your one hour fairy

I chew on my pencil and you share your secret fears
We sit awhile in silence drawing blanks and moving nearer
For once there is no question we both know that this is wrong
But when therapy’s in session love is sixty minutes long

A moment’s hesitation at the pictures on my desk
A dozen pink carnations that were sent while they were fresh
And when we reach our conclusion I smooth my wrinkled skirt
And we book your next appointment and you button up your shirt

And we know we can’t undo this, and we’ve had this conversation
There must be an ending to this, we can’t both be patients
But loneliness is vicious and I know that this is scary
And I can’t grant your wishes but I’ll be your one hour fairy