Your glance sings of
lyrics ‘cite from memory
Its sad our goodbyes
sound nostalgic
Your chords swung me
from an ol’ holler tree
I’m living like a vagabond
that just can’t decide
When to leave
With roots are in the rhythm
to my mind it swings
I found even is
impossible to keep
Everyday starting up
a balance beam
Still you’re steady with me
always carrying the melody
Smiling all the while the paint
chips off my mala prayer beads
It’s the images, contained ?
not the lenser frames
Recalled to my mind
before I fall asleep
A list of regrets is no place to be
I’m coming in late
but I’ll never modulate us
To the minor key
Smiling all the while the paint
chips off my mardi grass beads
