I watched him in the kitchen one morning wondering about the thoughts behind his tired eyes and I never bothered to ask him what he was thinking about or why he was looking for or where. One whole day we sat to watch the afternoon light gathering traces and footprints left by children in the snow past the field beyond the far building the sun sets in shadows and in all the best of times he watched his children grow. Now were counting up the time. The worth of family we know doubles the worth of the world in gold. And after all is said and done the sun sets in shadows and in all the best of times he watched his children grow. And all he knew he never quite summed up in words but with gospel songs he said all there is to say and as he sang greater wisdom and higher learning carried through and for the King he sings anew. I imagine my grandpas face longer now the shadows of the lines the years have traced past the fields beyond the far building the hopes for tomorrow are growing as children do. As he watches his children grow.

winter in north carolina summer in july the weeds they all grow tall then they all die get me to my home babe I know the way I had a dream last night and they all were dancin you put your hand on my thigh, promise me all you got! Get me to my home babe I know the way I had a dream last night and I woke up cryen You put your hand on my eyes

I'm writing a song to become a warm blanket to go with you on your travels with the hopes that you hear it and feel my fingers on your forehead in comfort. I'm writing a beat to become your tapping toes as you head to the market. The cymbals crash like change in your pocket you keep to purchase postage. High as the plane can go I'll sing even higher. The Atlantic floods its shores with all my desire. And it catches all the notes and sends them gladly on their way. And this message that I sent you explains exactly what they say. The din of instruments will become the children laughing in my neighborhood. The backup vocals are only regret that I cannot go with you yet. High as the plane can go I'll sing even higher. The Atlantic floods its shores with all my desire. And it catches all the notes and sends them gladly on their way. And this message that I sent you explains exactly what they say. That I'm hoping to see you soon. It seems these moments will follow us all of our lives keep us warm on the darkest of nights, its not a love that was lost of a love that was learned a sign that we saw or a corner we turned. It's not a heavy heart that sings these songs or a critical mind rewriting its wrongs its a war torn soldier a wayword sailor writing a heartfelt letter to a long lost friend. I'm writing a song to become a warm blanket to go with you on your travels. High as the plane can go I'll sing even higher.

I get the creepiest feeling I'm not being watched, I'm here on my own time as the clock winds down. I keep searching for the glow of some cosmic cigarette burning to light up the face of the man smiling behind all the myth Here below. But the sky has no answers as starlight fades to morning the remarks painting the dawn condense in laughter on the shore line and here we are here below. The question burns in my mind the melody only mirrors a lark the city reflects only the starlight as centuries wither and fade into dark.