Every Other Thread
Lyrics · 4 songs
You came in talking while my head was down Lost in some problem, couldn't hear a sound I gave you that look — the one you know too well You kissed my forehead, said "Just thought I'd tell you dinner's ready" — then you walked away And that was Tuesday, or some other day They blur together, thirty-seven years Of you reminding me that you're still here You're every other thread in the sweater of my life Pull you out and I unravel, nothing holding right I thought I was the fabric — turns out I'm the frame And everything that's beautiful is stitched around your name You sat down at the Steinway after dark I heard the music drifting down the hall I thought you'd put some recording on to play Some concert pianist, some curtain call Forty minutes in, it hit me — that was you Just doodling, you called it, nothing new The whole house held its breath, and so did I And all I had to do was close my eyes You're every other thread in the sweater of my life Pull you out and I unravel, nothing holding right I thought I was the fabric — turns out I'm the frame And everything that's beautiful is stitched around your name You told me once we'd have fun in a closet And I laughed, but you were right The kids grew up, the nest went quiet I looked across the table one plain night And there you were — still you I still loved you I thanked God that I still liked you too You were gone one time for just a few short days I lost the thread of everything in place Couldn't find a bedtime, couldn't find a meal Turns out the man I am needs you to make me real I'm the engineer who quantifies the world But love won't fit inside a formula You're the cheat code I was never meant to find You make the ordinary feel designed You're every other thread in the sweater of my life Pull you out and I unravel, nothing holding right I'm not the man I thought — I'm just the frame And everything worth keeping is stitched around your name Happy Valentine's, love — I know I should say more But I'm the guy who writes the code, not poetry So here's my best attempt at what these words are for: There is no version of this life worth living without you And that's not romance — that's just what is true You asked me once if I still loved you And of course I do, but not the way I did I love you like my life depends upon you Because it does — it always did
You came in talking while my head was down Lost in some problem, couldn't hear a sound I gave you that look — the one you know too well You kissed my forehead, said "Just thought I'd tell you dinner's ready" — then you walked away And that was Tuesday, or some other day They blur together, thirty-seven years Of you reminding me that you're still here You're every other thread in the sweater of my life Pull you out and I unravel, nothing holding right I thought I was the fabric — turns out I'm the frame And everything that's beautiful is stitched around your name You sat down at the Steinway after dark I heard the music drifting down the hall I thought you'd put some recording on to play Some concert pianist, some curtain call Forty minutes in, it hit me — that was you Just doodling, you called it, nothing new The whole house held its breath, and so did I And all I had to do was close my eyes You're every other thread in the sweater of my life Pull you out and I unravel, nothing holding right I thought I was the fabric — turns out I'm the frame And everything that's beautiful is stitched around your name You told me once we'd have fun in a closet And I laughed, but you were right The kids grew up, the nest went quiet I looked across the table one plain night And there you were — still you I still loved you I thanked God that I still liked you too You were gone one time for just a few short days I lost the thread of everything in place Couldn't find a bedtime, couldn't find a meal Turns out the man I am needs you to make me real I'm the engineer who quantifies the world But love won't fit inside a formula You're the cheat code I was never meant to find You make the ordinary feel designed You're every other thread in the sweater of my life Pull you out and I unravel, nothing holding right I'm not the man I thought — I'm just the frame And everything worth keeping is stitched around your name Happy Valentine's, love — I know I should say more But I'm the guy who writes the code, not poetry So here's my best attempt at what these words are for: There is no version of this life worth living without you And that's not romance — that's just what is true You asked me once if I still loved you And of course I do, but not the way I did I love you like my life depends upon you Because it does — it always did
You came in talking while my head was down Lost in some problem, couldn't hear a sound I gave you that look — the one you know too well You kissed my forehead, said "Just thought I'd tell you dinner's ready" — then you walked away And that was Tuesday, or some other day They blur together, thirty-seven years Of you reminding me that you're still here You're every other thread in the sweater of my life Pull you out and I unravel, nothing holding right I thought I was the fabric — turns out I'm the frame And everything that's beautiful is stitched around your name You sat down at the Steinway after dark I heard the music drifting down the hall I thought you'd put some recording on to play Some concert pianist, some curtain call Forty minutes in, it hit me — that was you Just doodling, you called it, nothing new The whole house held its breath, and so did I And all I had to do was close my eyes You're every other thread in the sweater of my life Pull you out and I unravel, nothing holding right I thought I was the fabric — turns out I'm the frame And everything that's beautiful is stitched around your name You told me once we'd have fun in a closet And I laughed, but you were right The kids grew up, the nest went quiet I looked across the table one plain night And there you were — still you I still loved you I thanked God that I still liked you too You were gone one time for just a few short days I lost the thread of everything in place Couldn't find a bedtime, couldn't find a meal Turns out the man I am needs you to make me real I'm the engineer who quantifies the world But love won't fit inside a formula You're the cheat code I was never meant to find You make the ordinary feel designed You're every other thread in the sweater of my life Pull you out and I unravel, nothing holding right I'm not the man I thought — I'm just the frame And everything worth keeping is stitched around your name Happy Valentine's, love — I know I should say more But I'm the guy who writes the code, not poetry So here's my best attempt at what these words are for: There is no version of this life worth living without you And that's not romance — that's just what is true You asked me once if I still loved you And of course I do, but not the way I did I love you like my life depends upon you Because it does — it always did
You came in talking while my head was down Lost in some problem, couldn't hear a sound I gave you that look — the one you know too well You kissed my forehead, said "Just thought I'd tell you dinner's ready" — then you walked away And that was Tuesday, or some other day They blur together, thirty-seven years Of you reminding me that you're still here You're every other thread in the sweater of my life Pull you out and I unravel, nothing holding right I thought I was the fabric — turns out I'm the frame And everything that's beautiful is stitched around your name You sat down at the Steinway after dark I heard the music drifting down the hall I thought you'd put some recording on to play Some concert pianist, some curtain call Forty minutes in, it hit me — that was you Just doodling, you called it, nothing new The whole house held its breath, and so did I And all I had to do was close my eyes You're every other thread in the sweater of my life Pull you out and I unravel, nothing holding right I thought I was the fabric — turns out I'm the frame And everything that's beautiful is stitched around your name You told me once we'd have fun in a closet And I laughed, but you were right The kids grew up, the nest went quiet I looked across the table one plain night And there you were — still you I still loved you I thanked God that I still liked you too You were gone one time for just a few short days I lost the thread of everything in place Couldn't find a bedtime, couldn't find a meal Turns out the man I am needs you to make me real I'm the engineer who quantifies the world But love won't fit inside a formula You're the cheat code I was never meant to find You make the ordinary feel designed You're every other thread in the sweater of my life Pull you out and I unravel, nothing holding right I'm not the man I thought — I'm just the frame And everything worth keeping is stitched around your name Happy Valentine's, love — I know I should say more But I'm the guy who writes the code, not poetry So here's my best attempt at what these words are for: There is no version of this life worth living without you And that's not romance — that's just what is true You asked me once if I still loved you And of course I do, but not the way I did I love you like my life depends upon you Because it does — it always did