Raining its guiding light upon everyone
You say you mean well, you don’t know what you mean"
If I can, I will rise with a song
over this frozen land.
Well there’s nothin’ in particular
that I have on my mind;
snow covered pines,
and there’s nothin’ like the sound
of you comin’ up behind,
puttin’ your little hands over my eyes…
If you walk ahead,
I will walk in your footsteps.
If you walk behind,
you can walk in mine
Laying in bed listening to Damien Rice on a Friday night after returning home from the Montana Americorps Service Symposium and enjoying a beautifully warm bike ride to the co-op; appreciating a quiet place that is starting to feel like home.
This girl, this boy
They were part of the land
What happens to the places we used to tend?
She’s a hard one to trust
And he’s a roving ghost
Will you come back, will you come back
Or leave me alone?
She’s alive, she’s alive
A stone floating upstream
