The Crime Of The Century Podcast

The View From Here by Lori Yamamoto

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[Verse 1]
His text arrives at last.
It says, "I'm almost home."
Cutting through the bright cold.
The winter’s clean haze.
[Verse 2]
He thinks I am sunlight.
On the kitchen tiles.
But I am just a woman.
Wiping the counter clean.
[Verse 3]
Tidying the room.
Folding the morning away.
Knowing that my smile
will be the right welcome.
[Chorus]
So many needy people.
I am the one you need.
A quiet town woman.
Just happily being me.
I am practicing.
My shakuhachi.
A low, bamboo breath.
Filling the upstairs room.
Umai desu ne,
The way contentment grows.
[Verse 4]
He says I am like morning.
All snuggled in a sweater.
Here the air is light.
And everything feels newer.
[Verse 5]
I like the simple life.
I have green tea in a mug.
And a window where I watch
a cardinal tug a worm.
[Verse 6]
I am humming his tune.
And the words are almost right.
It feels nice, not strange.
To be a destination.
[Bridge]
Hello, silence.
Hello, quiet hall.
The car is in the driveway.
When the moment calls,
I lay aside my flute
and rush to meet you,
Once you find your harbor,
your song becomes the route.
[Chorus]
So many needy people.
I am the one you need.
A quiet town woman.
Just happily being me.
I am practicing.
My shakuhachi.
A low, bamboo breath.
Filling the upstairs room.
Umai desu ne,
The way contentment grows.
[Outro]
Sweet… you call me sweet.
But I am wool socks and steady feet.
Home at the end of the line.
The weather is always fine.
I know you are mine.
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