The wind is a force
As is the sun
The light is gone
Banish all fun
We turned the world
Made it change
It looks so different
Fells so strange

someone will come along
or maybe you'll come by again

You visit me at work,
turning hard hats as you approach
the construction site fence.

the fact that they all know who
you are, is the only reason why
no one whistles.

I put down all my tools,
except that look that makes you
blush and cover my face

with your hand; a soft, sweet joke.
*don't look at me like that, boy.
you know what it does to me...

Under one sky
As we ly
Here
Under one sky

I will remember
I won't forget

The time that we lay under one sky
I'll never let go
I'll remember you're close
I won't say goodbye

I don't really care

You've done so much to upset me

It doesn't bother me anymore

I may get mad
But it's all a front

It's the genuine promises you break
That put me in a stump

It's not just a metaphor baby
You may find it true

Look at me
I'm stumped on you

I'm sitting by the stump of a tree
Waiting to climb
But the encouragement you give
Makes it hard to find

The branch that I need
Isn't strong enough

I try to trust
But look what happens

I end up on the ground
Right where I started

It's these promises you make
That are the promises you break

it doesn't have to mean
anything.
sometimes I just need to
draw something.
something about the way her
hair falls into her face
when she laughs.

something about that crow on
that wire that keeps
yelling my name as if I've
hurt his feelings and he wants me
dead and in Hell.
something about the way I've never
heard anybody say they
love me in her western dialect
before.
I melt whenever she does.
hey, I melted the first time
she said she liked me.

that's all there is to it.
it doesn't have to mean anything.
just like dust, rain, chest pain,
a cracked windshield, a hole in
your sock or a letter from the
taxman.

it's just poetry, mum.
just little
somethings.