May we not grow weary, may we not be sold May I lean in to ya til they send me home May we not grow weary, may we not be sold May you lean in to me til
When I was a kid I grew up in a house on a hill Not the top, not the bottom, but the middle And I still remember where I cracked my head In the vacant
If I could bottle up the sea breeze I would take it over to your house And pour it loose through your garden So the hinges on your windows would rust
Down beneath these tangled roots There lies a truth not as clean As it seems up here And in the outbuildings Unattended and austere I fear I?ll become
And I've been getting urges late at night To walk and walk for days and throughout lights Through people's houses, picking food from plates Through people
May we not grow weary May we not be sold May I lean into you Till they send me home And the house came alive in the heat All the curtains sucked to the
Every now and then I get a little too close To a kind of truth that?s not worth thinking about But you can?t stop the mind from wandering You?ve gotta
It feels colder Than I remember But the cold I always try to forget In the summer My mind tries to Lock away the warmth of the sun But we?re getting
Incalculably We shift in our bones At our seams We?re not what we were Nor are we what we?re going to be So where does that leave us right now Except
If you?re freezing on your left side And you?re boiling on your right side Then I guess you might be warm upon the line There are many ways one can divide
When courage comes to you You wouldn?t keep her in a box No you wouldn?t keep your courage in a box No you shouldn?t keep your courage in a box Such
Well it won?t hurt nobody if they don?t know No, it won?t hurt nobody if they don?t know We could see it burning in the rear view mirror But we can?t
The guilt they feel for killing that whale Her chimney's afire Her eyes The ire And with Bible leaf She fuels her own fire Her eyes The ire, the ire
The night was so cold all the cats had gone home I hate to be told what to do, lord I hide under awnings like rats in a storm I hide under cars when they
My body bends, your body bows We double then unfurl Oh we unfold Then I collapse into your bones Though when courage leaves me I still collapse alone
When is it time to surrender? A little monkey in a lion's den A little monkey with a drum jumpin' For their fun Yeah I feel a little tender then And
Digging this hole sure takes it out of you, but it's something to do and I really have nothing else to dig into. Can't wear the face if you don't have
I can't relax Don't lay on these tracks I'm too concerned that if I turn my back I'll disappear Cause if I can't see you You can't see me I know it's