Misunderstood And disillusioned I go on describing this place And the way it feels to live and die
The “natural world” And whatever else it’s called I drive in and out of town Seeing no edge, breathing sky
And it’s hard to describe Without seeming absurd I know there’s no other world: Mountains and websites
Dark smoke fills the air Some from the fire in my house Some from me driving around
I could see the lights of town Through the trees on the ridge On my way home in the dark
I meant all my songs Not as a picture of the woods But just to remind myself That I briefly live
The gleaming stone The moon in the sky at noon There is no other world And there has never been
I still walk: living, sleeping Life in the real world of clouds Clawing for meaning
Still when I see branches in the wind The tumultuous place where I live Calls out revealing
"Can you see the river in the branches And know that it means you will die And that pieces are churning?"
"Can you find a wildness in your body And walk through the store after work Holding it high?"
I've held aloft some delusions From now on I will be perfectly clear: There's no part of the world more meaningful And raw impermanence echoes in the sky
There is either no end Or constant simultaneous end and beginning
A pile of trash The fog on the hill Standing in the parking lot, squintingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.