Lyrics

a hummingbird has made
a surprising home
in the pocket of my coat
Seems like so long ago
I'm not sure now
what I wrote
back
then

so many stories derail
somewhere on the line
the twisted tracks
the scholar's stacks
the altar cracks

ahh ahh ahh

The morning sun
over the station
flooding the shadows
with light
refracted through
skyscrapers
and terminals;
a garden of grey

a place can become you
it's pulse becomes your own

it will melt you down
then build you up

my mind is covered with burrs
gathered along the trail
I can't shake them free
Now her lungs are full;
and she is
calling for
me