spitting distance

last night at work, there was a very crowded party for a David Hockney documentary restoration. It was shoulder-to-shoulder with friends and acquaintances. The entire evening I had In Californiaby Joanna Newsom stuck in my head. Only two verses though that I kept singing under my breath. 

But there is another,who is a little older.
When I broke my bone,
he carried me up from the riverside.

To spend my life in spitting-distanceof the love that I have known,I must stay here, in an endless eventide.
I went into the kitchen to polish some glasses and was still singing these two verses under my breath and my co-worker said, Who are you talking about?