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Oh when the whale washed up in early September,
you told me that you couldn’t remember
the last time you saw a whale, dead or alive,
so I said we should go for a drive.

The radio was saying they would take the whale apart
and bottle up its organs in formaldehyde.
They said its heart could be the size of a small car,
and I thought of an enormous crumpled valentine.

Oh, if my heart was the size of a small car,
we could drive around blasting the beat of it,
blood pumping as we race down the boulevard,
roll the windows down to let out the heat of it.

And there was no one at the beach when we got there,
just the whale with little marks on its skin where
seagulls were picking at it, nibbling its tongue.
And you said whales sing beautiful songs.

Oh, if my heart was the size of a small car,
we could drive around blasting the beat of it,
we could park it down behind the old navy yard,
we could make out in the back seat of it.

And as we stood there I couldn’t help but worry
about that heart trapped like a car on a ferry
that would never reach the place it set out for.
So I hugged you a little bit closer.

Oh, if my heart was the size of a small car,
we could drive around blasting the beat of it,
and as long as you were my passenger,
no other heart could compete with it.

Then you pressed your ear up to the whaleskin,
and you told me you could hear a little something,
not a heartbeat, not an engine, not a voice,
but the sound inside a shell, that soft white noise.

Oh, if my heart was the size of a small car,
we could drive around blasting the beat of it,
and if you helped me pay for the winter tires,
I could even give you a key to it.

And when we walked back to the car and got in
we must have lost the radio reception,
cause it was whispering that same softspoken static
and you said maybe the whale was telepathic.

And my heart was the size of the whale
and my heart was the size of the whale.

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from Topiary, released February 28, 2017

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