So Many Little Things

Jamie:
The rain on the porch of our house in Box County
The warmth of the folks by the fire inside
The hammock I swung on while figuring out
That the world was too wide
That I never fit in
Hidden from you
Mommy
Always on the outside looking in
So many little things
So many little things
I misplaced my keys
The balance of my checkbook is never what it seems
So much tiny trivia
Like the color of my socks at school
Like those vicious little finger
Pointing out my otherness
So many little things
So many little things
Back at our apartment
The memories lurk like dust balls
In the corner of her closet I find bits of satin
Strewn around Manhattan
So many little things
Records on the stereo
Elvis Costello
Jamie and Ensemble:
I know the world is killing you
Jamie:
So many little things
So many little things
At least the big things declare open combat on you
No sniping from the trees
Or days like these
So many little things
I misplaced my keys
I dont wanna go home
Who needs the memories?
I listen for the echo
Of a melancholy silence
The presence of her absence
Shrieks and moans
And says
So many little things
So many little things
Tonight I should stay home
With some comfort food and some Family Feud
So Jamie, for 10,000 dollars
What could you have said to your mother before she died??
So many little things