Our town The sun running up her neck To the range of her back With every sign the highway home Speaks to me like a line upon my palm It's not my fault I've never been good with distance It won't be my home Ever again Past the church Birds nest in the hollow of the cross Now the sun gives in Now the coterie picks up And as I wait for Catherine All down the street I hear The screen door singing to the evening wind We walk back down There is an amber vigil I look back Over the bridge I don't need it now Seeing that used to save something Somehow just can't become you I don't mind Maybe that's gonna change someday Right now I just can't see how
