Winter

The yellow Sun
Well, it took the hand
Of a country boy
To a city in a far-off land
We made no mark
If no shadow at all
On the ancient, holy streets
Where I learned to crawl

24 it doesn't make sense
I kept a diary
Of my experience
The broken and the bruised
The young and the used
The sure and confused
All here

Words would find me
Creep behind me
Break and enter through
All the locked doors
Rhymes began in me
Summer sang in me
But summer sings in me no more

Now I'm twenty-five
And trying to stay alive
In a corner of the world
No with no clear enemies to fight
It's hot as hell
We're like butter on toast
But there's no army in this world
That can fight a ghost

The scared and the brave
The saint and the slave
Some in their graves
All here

Words will then land on me
Then abandon me
Mangle, untangle me
Leave me on the floor
Spring sprang from me
Summer sang in me
But summer sings in me no more

So glad you made it home
Home in time
To the day that is light
So glad you made it home
Day and time
To the day that is light