Your feet are shod with paperweights
Your head is filled with all those thoughts
Of grand escapes you’ll never make
All those trips you’ll never take
I’ve saved nothing but the debts you owe to me
On old credit card receipts that show
nothing but the time you stole from me
And everything that feels so lonely now
It hangs heavy in the bluegrass,
No wind blows to move this sticky heat
To make the time pass sweetly,
I thought that you could need me
But what you need are never-ending
Red clay paths and rhododendron
All I have are ever-bending
Aimless ghosts to walk your mountains
Now
It would have been easier to drown
On a Sunday morning in a backwoods town
Now
Say a prayer and hold my head down
Sunday morning in a backwoods town
All those frames I keep living reliving,
In black and white and awkward posing
Those strings I pull to keep remembering,
The flash of light and the burn of image
Meant something to someone sometime,
Question why and you’ll end up crying
Or laughing till the morning finds you
Where something lonely goes to die
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