The words flow, decisions made
Idea's mine, but the inspiration not
Dreams of hangers on, dreams of getting well
Spells of ezmerelda, emeralds foretold
Splinters in the eye, sentiments remain
Bones are never asked, where we going to
It was never up to me, and yet I pushed until it broke
I love the open road and all that it suggests
Wheel wagon dust, weeds and infidelities and
Always saw her alone, never questioned why,
In a wooden house immoveable and silent and
Drinking strawberry wine, forever lost in town
And thru the sleeping streets night bound and heavy
Wheels in a spoke, just a spoken foreign sound
Now my gates are high, my friends even higher
Forgotten in my mind, yet the skies still linger and
Clouds of blue skies, I'm jealous of you birds
Was the only truth in a world full of words?
Hear the prairie sound in a friend called nil
The heart is pointed down but my spirit pointed up
His voice the siren of greek mythology
I pause with my pen I begin to defend
Every action taken, every moment sealed
When I was quick, it coursed through open veins
The will to live, the urgency to move
Behind a panel door, sealing cherry stained
I played my guitar and lived those lonesome notes
Like a dog that's down
In a corner just a sigh
Waiting to be called
Waiting to be yours
Go survive my shame
Without purpose or will
I often speak of you, but the you is always me
Cause when I speak of me, it's me I ask of you
So let there be no truth, just trickery in rhymes
Time the only thing, waiting still as death
I hope for resolution, pray one defining moment
Pause without restrain, barren without child
A child is who I was, a child is who I'll die
Soot in my hair
And stars in my hands
Soot in my hair
And stars in my hands
Soot in my hair
And stars in my hands