she's mostly in a mood for the blues
spring is springing
here in slow bunches
trees are budding
grass molding from pale
yellow to lush green
sun beating majestic warmth
along every pore

reminds her of the field
& everyone drinking
a stage set up in the middle
guitars louder than whispers
& drums replacing heartbeats

jello shots for everyone
& dancing just for the lady
'cause she thinks no one's watching

we all watch in the woods
but there's too many bugs out here
& she loves the taste of summer
so much she forgets
about the bite

sink the whole bottle
& sink our feet into the clay
sing a swamp song
sing for our sin and gin soaked souls



hope it lasts forever in the
never in my veins