Been here once before, twice before, thrice before
Four time to bow and open the barrier door
Once was simmered and simpering to the core
I want it, I watch it, I need it, I loose it
I hold out a hand and hope you will hold it
But I know that isn’t the way anymore
Was wont to be wise, tripled dipped, then surprised
To summon up courage seen in other people’s eyes
While dilly dallying lax bout the fire in mine
The cuckoo calls, the cuckoo still sings those spring tunes
Yoo hoo low and yoo hoo high it’s how life moves
Boils down, turns around, percolates and resounds
In the sea, the breeze, the trees, the leaves
In melody held holy in the good ole dirty ground
In measure and time, shape and rhyme
A homey kitchen phrase and a well-placed chime
It’s then, oh wow, it’s all around
Reasons to love, hold dear, laugh aloud
Can’t you feel it now?
The cuckoo calls, the cuckoo still sings those spring tunes
Yoo hoo low and yoo hoo high it’s how life moves
Gear it up, pack the bags, look at what the sky said
Got it good, get er done, still don’t know what god sent
When I broke my shoe, bit my tongue, lost my last dollar in the throngs
Oh silly me, let it bleed, for nearly a half century
I don’t care if I ever know
All I know is that I gotta go
I gotta go
Vacant like a smashed fingertip
Bruised the air with overthinking
Harsh as smoke from desert pine
Cauterized by dumb questions
Asked to occupy lost time
In hopes of a resurrection
It’ll never do, til I give it up
Whistling on the sidelines
Give up all this misplaced missing
Give up all this wasted wishing
I don’t care if I ever know
All I know is that I gotta go
I gotta go
Found a gem, made some friends, choked on all that gambling
Kissed the world, wanted more, got left out on the street again
Kept trying home, home quote unquote
But home just isn’t happening
Looked for you, wanted you
Seems there’s nothing I could ever do
I don’t care if I ever know
All I know is that I gotta go
I gotta go
Did you hear was Stephanie said last week?
That Mercy took her life while Josiah fell asleep.
There’s an empty seat on the stoop of Holton’s Party Store
And I never hear from Amy or Mark anymore.
A freak accident took my cousin Paul
And long haul illness has taken a treasure from us all
I don’t wanna to fall, I don’t wanna waste
Any more time in any realm of hate
I wanna believe people can change
I want to believe I can stay
I’m gonna risk it all just in case love
I’m gonna risk it all just in case love
I’m gonna risk it all just in case love
I’m gonna risk it all just in case love
On Mondays majority work force drives into town
On Tuesdays the grandparents might come around
In some places families harvest every week
In other places the children are putting themselves to sleep
Cause papa never came home and momma came home drinking
And everywhere people yell “You never listen!”
I don’t wanna to fall, I don’t wanna waste
Any more time in any realm of hate
I wanna believe people can change
I want to believe I can stay
I’m gonna risk it all just in case love
I’m gonna risk it all just in case love
I’m gonna risk it all just in case love
I’m gonna risk it all just in case love
Danger put me back in the running for tool maker, architect
something-ness, better than none, someone who won
I’ve been shot in the back, stabbed in the side
psycho killer dined by someone who should love ya all the time
Held captive by the muse
Doing my best climbing out of the wreck
No gold like a good friend and a full night’s rest
To salve a holy mess
One of these days, one of these days I’ll be more just because
Mama’s portrait sat next to speakers and paper stack
Thumbtacks it’s a fact
Can’t retract fate though I feel a bit late
Bidding my time, biting my tongue
Wishing I’d of done it differently when I was young
Searching for the man on the moon and the center of the sun
Watcha gonna do sit on some hands
Buy a Powerball to taunt circumstance
Draw spirals in the sand and pray to god
One of these days, one of these days I’ll be more just because
Papa’s poetry was misplaced in a suitcase
No trace those days are lost in the trees
With the books and the shoes
But by holy grace I’ll channel the gods
I’ll channel myth, mull on a hearty breakfast over it
Churn up all those reminiscences
Take it as it comes, no need to run, it’s a good feeling to not be numb
Stop playing dumb and know where you come from
One of these days, one of these days I’ll be more just because
Reverie, blasphemous cacophony
Tried a thimble and a patch to stop the bleed
A needle and a match to quell the swelling
Yarrow behind my ear and a lovestone round my neck
Turpentine, the muddied volatiles of wanting
Gotta chase down the song to the bird
Step slow enough to see the throat’s rise and fall
A flicker feather for my hair and residue on my palms
From the bridge over otter creek’s long neck
We stood ankle deep in her sun rich waters
Listening for green heron’s chug a lug lug lug from a bent long neck
If a moment could last forever I’d want it to be this one that lasts
Holy damn I made a mess
Nothing I can’t mend though
With gumption and a lasso
Gotta flag out that fever on the crest
See what we are blessed with
Burrow in a mother’s chest
And cry for all the times that I should have wept, I should have wept
Remedy, babbling creek of necessity
A damselfly grin from cheek to cheek
A dragonfly kiss and a hummingbird wish
Suspense with abated breath at the presence of all possibility
Hold me, hold me
A tenuous refrain I sung out for many days
In the willow’s dappled shade
But you never came, you never came
Destiny, the riveting wonders of palmistry
Drawn from a fount of feeling
There! The lull of the oriole’s nest and a croak from the Heron’s throat
Earth child won’t you smile and laugh with cosmic irony
A misplaced gypsy with lots to say
Left all my cares on the kook highway
When I found a kiss that wan’t mine
Got hell bent on a sideways life
Burning through what was subdued
By “what’s the point” and a good “fuck you”
Four walls and a masterpiece
Oyster crackers and a grape juice squeeze
Dixie cups and street litter
Fill your cups, it’ll get better
I’m tired of hypothesizing
On why I was traumatized
Feeling my skin and bones
Jumping into the river’s flow
Wearing a tapestry of dark blue skies
And big ol seas
Striving to normalize sun kissed skin
And hardened feet
I’ve had enough, had enough, had enough, had enough, had enough of unnecessary suffering
I’m done with not being done so I’m decided to finish some
Pick up a pen, stick out my tongue, meditate just for fun
Gonna grab the mirage and shake it, shake it til it snows!
I’m done with not having fun so I’m decided to get some
Raise my arms and shake my booth
Jump some puddles, climb some trees
Have a taste of sweet cream and go mmm… mmm!
I’m gonna fly a kite with an alley cat
Wear cowboy boots and a kangaroo hat
Skin a deer, stack some rocks
Find a crick when it gets to hot
Pick some berries with my friends
Paddle til the river’s end
When you have enough, you have enough you have enough you have enough you have enough!
Can’t be the only one scared of the morning sun
Charging towards the matador, tripping over lines on the floor
Racing to catch a train ten timid years too late
Sorry sweet suck the gates are closed walk back around try the route through limbo
Check your pockets and count your blessings cause all this is for some sort of lesson
Can’t be the only one scared of the morning sun
Standing at the masterpiece feeling the ultimate heat
Of every single fire burned the soul set out to earn
A dopple ganger in these dirty shoes scrambling to hit the cosmic cues
A whisper and a hint “You’re on the right path” or entropic chaos of residual maths
Can’t be the only one scared of the morning sun
Alert to smug periphery yet inert to thrilling epiphany
Choking on bold hiccups at the dawn of long awaited triumph
Wanting to see a change yet failing prey to forgetting my own name
A real cavalier at tilting one’s head, held on standby til luck let’s you have it
But ain’t it a shame to let yourself down with all the things you do while no-one else is around
Can't be the only one scared of the morning sun!
Seems to me the heart is yearning
For a kiss on the wind, a tap on the shoulder
Come on over
We can carve out the porch with tales of our loose ends
And see what we can make of them
Isn’t it so my dreams should wane
Settle like silt, mellow as I age
But it’s all the same
If I tusk on down through the rot and root bound
It’s still me, tender little me
Looks like a choice, leather and/or lace
How many moons how many season’s change
Wishing on a way to live up to my name
What if all the worry was dust on broken suede
Just adorn yourself with what pleases you
