What I Know

I know the profound silence of fresh snowfall,
Why records skip when you stack them wrong,
That those with pride are quick to fall,
And it's hard to write a good folk song.

I know the peace in turning pages,
The words of Paul make me want to preach,
That a simple word can last for ages,
And that good verbing is hard to teach.

I know how to break a zone press,
What it smells like in the forest when it rains,
That it sometimes matters how you dress,
And ice is good for aches and pains.

I know what it's like to break a heart,
And what it's like to have mine broken,
it hurts to have your dreams ripped apart
by the first person to whom you've spoken.

I know a good movie when I see one, 
That any movie's better with a hand to hold,
Why earth stays close against the sun,
And that wisdom flows from words of old. 

I know know long days,
Short nights,
Old ways,
City lights.