The Last And Lyrics

John K. Samson

So, I'm the first one in again,
With the quiet and the window growing snow,
When I hear the furnace rouse itself
From its slumber, somehow suddenly I know,
As my eye stops on one curled up in my lesson plan
That I'm just your little ampersand.

When your voice springs from the intercom
With announcements, and reminders, and a prayer,
I remember how you made me feel,
I was funny, I was thoughtful, I was rare,
But like the jokes about my figure
Kids think that I don't understand
I know I'm just your little ampersand

After Christmas holiday
You never asked to drive me home again
Sometimes in the staff room I
Catch your eye with 'why'd it have to end,'
But I know from how you worry at your wedding band
That I'm just your little ampersand

At the last conjunction after every other and
I was just your little ampersand