The Chair

I once carried a man until I no longer could
I broke down and I told him
You should
But first I got him a chair so he can sit while I explain
(Burn the tools, break the chair, make a fire and gather round it.
Burn the tools, break the chair, make a fire and gather round it)
And to make sure he’ll listen and show me some care I cared for him so he will
know how to
And I hadn’t yet spoken nor drunken a sip
We were told to move on so I shouldered him gently
(Burn the tools, break the chair, make a fire and gather round it.
Burn the tools, break the chair, make a fire and gather round it)
For another woman who had carried a man until she no longer could Needed a
chair to sit him to tell him he should
Until you break that chair
Wait for you fellow woman to talk To love
To laugh
To embrace
To rest
That circle won’t be broken
(Burn the tools, break the chair, make a fire and gather round it.
Burn the tools, break the chair, make a fire and gather round it)
I don’t know how else to describe it
I don’t know how else to move on
Burn the tools, break the chair, make a fire and gather round it
Burn the tools, break the chair, make a fire and gather round it
I don’t know how else to describe it
I don’t know how else to move on
I knew very well to describe it
This is how we will all move on