I am sleeping in the afternoon. I keep reaching for the alarm clock snooze.
I am tired of having to dream of living outside my shoes.
There’s nothing out there for me to lose, I might just pack it up and cruise that’s the truth.
But city buses don’t leave the city lines.
I’m at a stop with a broken watch and only dimes.
I have no idea what time it comes, how late it runs or where it stops.
I don’t know where I am going, how far I’ll or where I get off.
I don’t know where to start the line is hidden in the dark.
And there are scratches on my glasses so my eyes can’t see that far.
In no way do I feel safe I’m walking alone going my own pace.
So this gravel road under my toes will soon be paved.
If I could leave just for one day, book off work and spend a week away.
Then I could see what’s outside these gates, maybe come back with my head on straight.
I might rearrange a bit, stage a switch, age a bit, make a list and follow it.
Or fall to bits then call it quits, burn all my bridges, dig a ditch then crawl in it.
I know that there is so much more than what’s locked in here with me behind these doors. I wonder how I’ve be able to ignore the way this bottle keeps me stapled to the floor.
I know that there’s something else and I’ll go anywhere to find it if it helps.
I’ll have to drown in the water down the well, search for miles until I find me in myself then…
No more sleeping in the afternoon,
No more reaching for the alarm clock snooze.
No more being tired, no more having to dream of living outside my shoes.
A tight squeeze but my boots fit.
I guess I haven’t outgrown my roots yet.
So I’ll keep walking although my feet ache.
And try to learn from my mistakes.
Stark, folk-derived songs built on brittle acoustic guitars that conjure the image of a fire burning in the distance on a dark night. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 8, 2022