Track 9 of the album Five Pounds of Sugar and a Suitcase · 2025
I Drove Him to the Clinic in the Rain
“I drove him to the clinic in the rain, and neither of us said much. The wipers are the percussion.”
neoclassical · neoclassical · chamber ballad · 4:17
Lyrics
The wipers beat a patient time Across the grey of morning He folds his coat across his knee And does not speak of warning I used to sit beside him here A child with a seatbelt tight Now I am the one who drives And he is the passenger tonight He taps the dashboard gently Like a man who knows the way And I keep my eyes on the road ahead Because there's too much I could say I drove him to the clinic in the rain Slow along the river road He looked out at the weather And I carried half his load I drove him to the clinic in the rain And we did not say goodbye Just a hand upon his shoulder And the clouds clearing from the sky He points out where the bakery was Before the new road came He tells me which old oak is gone And calls each field by name The waiting room has plastic chairs And a clock that ticks too loud He squeezes my hand once and smiles Like a man who's very proud He taps the dashboard gently Like a man who knows the way And I keep my eyes on the road ahead Because there's too much I could say I drove him to the clinic in the rain Slow along the river road He looked out at the weather And I carried half his load I drove him to the clinic in the rain And we did not say goodbye Just a hand upon his shoulder And the clouds clearing from the sky There is a kind of tenderness In turning left and right In holding open doors for him And leaving on the light He raised me with his patience Now I give it back to him One mile at a time I drove him to the clinic in the rain Slow along the river road He looked out at the weather And I carried half his load I drove him to the clinic in the rain And we did not say goodbye Just a hand upon his shoulder And the clouds clearing from the sky Slow along the river road Home again, the two of us