Cincinnati, I’m gonna let it out in an overdue confession on your pages.
Cincinnati, there is so much room, between your lines and in my mind.
There’s a place for it all, and tonight I’ll sleep into a very deep fall.
You may not have the answers, but still you’re good for me.
It’s been since Yosemite: we have a history.
First I talked to you in backwards poetry.
Then I’d just unload about who said what to me.
I told a bunch of stories about a bunch of boys.
Then things got so cloudy, and quiet with the noise.
But Cincinnati, I’m gonna let it go, and don’t care if my hands tremble.
Cincinnati, I know that you know, so please accept what I have assembled.
There’s a place for it all, and tonight I’ll sleep into a very deep fall.
There’s a place for it all, and tonight I’ll sleep into a very deep fall.
I’ll carry you with me all the time.
When it’s nice we’ll do our thing outside.
You know I owe so very much to you.
It’s through you I tell myself what to do.
And from now on I swear to you, I’ll only ever tell you,
I’ll only ever tell you,
I’ll only ever tell you,
The truth.