The road by the airport is silent at night
Those low wattage globes don’t emit much red light
Against the deep navy sky
As the dashboard reminds us of the time
Speakers are rattling but the radio’s off
I just keep thinking about how much we’ve lost
And how much I’ve changed
since howling on the rooftop parking lot

We haven’t told anyone yet

Shifting to the left lane, feel the seat sinking
Holding my breath, not saying, not thinking
Enjoy the warm quiet
Of heading home
Orange light glows on our faces before changing
With my hand on your knee, reaching over awkwardly
Your hand's on my hand
No need to marry

We haven't told anyone yet

The still air breaks suddenly and there’s snot on my sleeve
Let the sound hang inbetween us like a sigh on the breeze
From a long day last year when neither of us believed
That anyone had ever been blessed
But “Bless you” I said as the streets became familiar
Though it sounds hopeful, or ominous, doesn’t it?
Until you see this happy emptiness
It's the best that we’ve felt all year

I ain't got nothing but you can always have half
We tried to build her to last
Try again, but my arm's in a cast
I ain't got nothing but you can always have half

We haven’t told anyone yet
We haven’t told anyone yet
Enjoy the quiet in our head
We haven't told anyone yet
We haven’t told anyone yet
We haven't told

Anyone

I have no idea what I'm doing, but I'm sure doing a lot of it. Music, sound art, writing, podcasts, comedy, theatre and the occasional existential crisis, living and working on Bidjigal Land.

Anyone

Tom Hogan