Looking over your shoulder at all the clouds closing in.
They hover and hang over as the spiral spins.
A calm before the storm has the rain pouring warm.
Nobody was informed, not everyone will fit indoors.
Looking over your shoulder
I hear you thinking as I hug you goodbye.
You think that I don’t feel, I don’t cry.
How can I assure you I will later tonight?
Looking over your shoulder.
I gather words just to keep it together.
Watch your motorcycle fly by.
Nothing seen but a flash of leather.
Looking over your shoulder I will lie.
While I wasn’t listening I’m stopped at another question mark.
While I wasn’t listening I got tangled up in your heart.
While I wasn’t listening I’m lost in another photograph.
I expired, ran out the hour glass, got lost in my own tacks,
Turned off trail, dropped the map and left no bread to bring me back.
I am starting to think, spiral and sink.
Caught up in the current, held under the waves.
Drag the lake, bite the bait, I’ll fight fate to bring me back.
While I wasn’t listening chemo came and killed the cancer.
Well now that I am listening, I just found another answer.
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