the sun set like a postcard
stars fell on carolina
but skipped where we
skid
off the blueridge way
here is where my heart will stay
in pieces
trying to
cram the blood back
inside of you
like stuffing keepsakes in
a suitcase
that just
won't zip
i left our bags in memphis
now this traffic
acts our ocean
i close my eyes and open
these fists
and let them drip
dry
red clay replaced by
your
iron in my
nails
stars fall into the
glass
another dewdrop on the
grass
we pass and pass and pass...
until dawn breaks like tie dye

if only
my eyes were blue
i'd be
shining through these photographs
too

but i'm struck again
by your
bright eyes
they're the kind of sights
we can't take
lightly
*** i don't have to
look twice to
see
i'm really missing
something

oh, if only

dirt roads are where i
come alive
another starless night
in a pick-up through
timbuktu

drive, drive, drive
mom's dad's truck
now it's only dad's
so if i have a kid
this ram will be his
mom's dad's truck
times two

drive, drive, drive
my bed is empty
another sleepless night
through timbertop ridge

no licence
no ****, sherlock
i'm all over the place
still, i keep her between
the ditches
dodge potholes and
blow backwood smoke
east of me, in the rear view

cassette tape, brakelights
window low and heartbreak high and
someday
a dirt roads is where i'd
like to die
just like grandpa did

i stared at the pinecones
until they were ants
ants that were
falling
falling on my face
in little armies
to kiss me goodnight
and then eat me alive.

the blue
looked like static through
the green
and
as the lake
rose
we
dropped
in the forest
and
no one heard us

Gulley washers, sink holes
I believe there is a rainbow
On another shore

Dead leaves
Up to these ankles
And green ones
Over my face
I believe there is a break
On some other shore

Although
I can't see it
And I've never been so
sure