Sandwiches

Your cold hand was underneath as you slept We made sandwiches and then they said you'd left I read words that someone wrote as we cried And I tried to think of all the times you told me you were tired You'd be on the phone Every time we'd get home And I think I thought you'd be there Wherever she goes Wherever she goes I have tried to recall how your cashmere sweater smelt I've spent countless days recounting your hairspray and how you felt "Oh, I'll let you go" is what you'd say to me And now it's I that has to let you go to where you have to be You'd be on the phone Every time we'd get home And I think I thought you'd be there You'd be on the phone Every time we'd get home And I think I thought you'd be there When I think of you a movie-reel of moments plays We'll be in the car or after mass on Saturdays You'll be walking down the driveway, you'll be in your chair You'll say "See you 'round" or "Say your 'Three'" And now you're everywhere You'd be on the phone Every time we'd get home And I think I thought you'd be there Wherever she goes (I will meet you there) Wherever she goes (I will meet you there) Wherever she goes (I will meet you there) Wherever she goes (I will meet you there)