|
|
|
Out in the evening past the bridge and below |
|
frogs and cicadas left and right growling low. |
|
I've spent so much time round here when spring is done |
|
been here a thousand times, not heard a single one. |
|
|
|
Birds in the morning while I'm shoveling the snow |
|
coffee pot wheezing soft as my stereo |
|
All of the things I've had whether I've known or not |
|
All of the things I've known and then somehow forgot |
|
|
|
When I was young riding aound |
|
beer in my lap, one window down |
|
bird in the tree, kiss on the mouth |
|
I thought that I had figured it out |
|
I was a fool. Then I met you. |
|
|
|
Dusk was the longest hour when I was a kid. |
|
Beautiful things sometimes can seem pretty hid. |
|
Funny the things that make you want to walk the land |
|
are the things sometimes you barely understand. |
|
|
|
Found lots of crooked road before I found you |
|
hard to curse any road but sometimes you do. |
|
Feeling all strung out, drawn up from head to gut |
|
I was calling out, I didn't know for what |
|
|
|
When I was young riding aound |
|
beer in my lap, one window down |
|
bird in the hand, kiss on the mouth |
|
I thought that I had figured it out |
|
All of these things so hard to find |
|
up in my face, lost to my mind |
|
hand on the knee, kiss in the mouth |
|
I thought that I had figured it out |
|
I was a fool. |
