Muddy Knees
Muddy knees
Fall asleep on the drive
Catching dreams
Keep em sweet, keep em alive
As you’re getting older
One light in you’s fading and another glows
But the question remains:
Where does it go
After, Now
Walking to the Locks, over the blackened Puget Sound
Arms around you, laughing
Back when snow kept coming down
The future was a question, and it hung over our heads
Looking out to watch over our synchronizing step
Living in the after, the sand burns my toes
I jump into water, and I wonder what it knows
If I swim for hours, then I forget my body
Then for a few hours, I forget that you loved me
On a still night
Out of thin air
I conjure up your image
and it still feels like you’re there
but im living in the after, now
It’s not good for me to do
Living in the after, now
Just a memory of you
Did you see that light on up there, a golden hue
We’re walking through the after, now
This is my last song for you
Fire
Walking through wreckage of lost time
You slept alone under street signs
Slept in a tent til you were five
and you never forgot what that felt like
Out on the road, you were thirteen
Grew out your hair and you cut off your jeans
there was ‘Fire on the Mountain’
There was fire in your mind
Did all you could to contain it
You put the tabs on your tongue
Did you dream then of your daughter
Long before her life begun
Born to fire on the mountain
Born with fire in her mind
Seeing through eyes of a child
Ear to the floor, listen quiet
There’s a door slamming behind you
He knows you’re already lost to the fire
What She Will
Moon’s 24
Wool on the floor
Tales of earthsea
Song of increase
I take the bus
To lay in the sun
Anytime with you
Secret spills from us two
I do not want to ask for much
So I try to be still
My heart does what she will
It Will Come Back
The broken stone outside your door
I know I walked this way before
But I was always leaving
I was always leaving
Ride around the block again
I haven’t found my way out
I know I had it coming
I always had it coming
It will come back
Right out in the open air
I know I saw you standing there
But I was always leaving
I was always leaving
It will come back
Anna
Anna lives up on the mesa in a 4Runner
I’m staying down in the canyon, with my coffee shop job
Most nights I go up to see her, and we lay on our backs
Watching the moon hang above us, and the satellites pass
She could go home if she wanted to,
but she likes it up there
Used to work in the hospital out
in Nebraska somewhere
Juniper cuts through the sandstone
And continues to grow
I walk in my little circle
Questioning what I know
Anna tells me not to worry, it’ll happen with time
Tells me I do all this searching for a life that’s not mine
Forget always trying to be comfortable
Comfort never lit a fire under anyone
Driving her up to the city when the stores all shut down
She said, “I like this place better now that no one’s around”
All of the ghosts of old tourists taking pictures on phones
I’ve tried my best to feel different, but I wanna go home
Purple moons getting closer to yellow morning dew
Stuck a pin in a map one night, and it lead me to you
Little Hell
Holding it together now
except the parts that you left out
Staring down the dried out well
I create my little Hell
Oceans are turning, the trees will keep burning and
I’m still getting older
no one’s waiting on me
Freedom is only its own kind of trap,
when you lose your direction,
all that you lack keeps you doubting
Running from the changes
Holding it together
If she wants to go, then you let her
Funny how it all falls down
Just when you stop to look around
Oceans are turning, the trees will keep burning and
I’m still getting older
No one’s waiting on me
Looking for hours into the blue light
I watch my reflection burn
through the time til I’m drowning
Oceans are turning, the trees will keep burning and
I’m still getting older
No one’s waiting on me
Glow of a candle on top of the rubble,
Little kids run around and make trouble,
They know how to be free