Dar Williams

“And I'll act like I have faith, and like that faith never ends, but I really just have friends.”

“The only word for love is everybody's name.”

“And I will write this down / And then I will not be alone again”

“Now when I was fifteen, oh I knew it was overThe road to enchantment was not mine to takeCause lower calf, upper arm should be half what they areI was breaking the laws that the signmakers made.And all I could eat was the poisonous appleAnd that's not a story I was meant to surviveI was all out of choices, but the woman of voicesShe turned round the corner with music around her,She gave me the language that keeps me alive”

“But where do we come up with this notion of a woman in which the less space you take up, the more you're worth?”

“And the ones that can know you so well are the ones that can swallow you whole.I have a good and I have an evil, I thought the ocean, the ocean thought nothing,You are the welcoming back from the ocean.”

“Well, my friends give me purple flowers and orange teaand goosedown spinning quilts and torquoise chairswe greet one another in a wild profusion of wordsand wave farewell amidst the wonderment of airIn the laughing times we know we are luckyIn the quiet times we know that we are blessedAnd we will not be alone”

“So I'll keep you wondering what time I'm arriving And you'll drive me crazy with your backseat driving And I'll talk in my sleep and you'll steal all the covers We'll argue it out and we'll call ourselves lovers And I'll stay in my body and you'll stay in your own 'Cause we know that we're born and we're dying alone. So we turn out the light while the sirens are screaming And we kiss for the waking, and then join the dreaming.”

“The summer ends and we wonder who we are And there you go, my friends, with your boxes in your car And today I passed the high school, the river, the maple tree I passed the farms that made it Through the last days of the century And I knew that I was going to learn again Again, in this less hazy light I saw the fields beyond the fields The fields beyond the fields”

“Every day has one morning.”

“and now I laugh at how the world changed me, and I think life chose me . . . after all.”

“Sometimes life sends us lessons in ridiculous packaging.”