Clothesline

My granddad’s wooden cars and twine
But the patio cracked all those times
And those cars rolled heavy down the bloodline

My grandma hung it on the line
But the clothes were dry so I resigned
And they don't dry unless you dry my eyes

Close your eyes, you’re not alone
You’re not alone as long as someone’s home
Cross my heart and hope to die
Your eyes are in the yard so they can dry

Ol black walnut and power lines are mixed in
But I'm on the boughs of blue skiest
Hey yell from the ground that I might die

Ol sumter are you in decline?
Yet still you stand, as unmanned
As your light curls slowly cross the coastline
And I am found

Close your eyes, you’re not alone
You’re not alone as long as someone’s home
Cross my heart and hope to die
Your eyes are in the yard so they can dry

I'm not where I'm supposed to bei’m not where I'm supposed to be
I am my own colony with my best foot in front of me