Don’t be twistin’ your inhibition Don’t go drop kick your intuition You got a notebook you got a mission And your voice is getting low Are you pleasin’ or just teasin’ Are you slow walkin’ through a season But the connotations kinda leaving And nothing’s gone to show If you wanna make ‘em happy, you’re gonna have to go. If you wanna make ‘em happy, you’re gonna have to go. And how the heart drops like a car stops but you left your headlights on And the blinkers on for maybe ten stops as you make your way through town People are puzzles people are planets Sometimes you get them sometimes you can’t handle it The back sides of two negative magnets And maybe to the ground You know you have to go. Cause if you wanna make em’ happy, you’re gonna have to go. If you wanna make em’ happy, you’re gonna have to go. Was it the glory days or just a heat wave You got a promise land made of quick sand You got a slow dancin’ praying mantis Stuck inside this jar Staring at the wall And you knows he has to go If you wanna make em’ happy, you’re gonna have to go.

Driving through the darkness Hungover and carsick Broken-hearted boy Yeah that’s how it started With the dead Asking why you don’t confess Father Saint Francis Your daddy’s in a casket You hear it in the wind But you don’t want to ask yet You see it in her mouth You see it in her hands You know you got a secret that she’ll never understand And the ghosts Say what you already know Yeah you had a place in the kingdom kid Yeah the pretty people are so easy to forgive But there’s something on your skin that you can’t get clean There’s a fawn in the fence that you can’t get free So you’re asking everybody who they think they really are And you feel a little better till the sky goes dark And the ghosts Yeah but you already know

Born in the east raised by the west Torn in between cultural dressings Both may feel right, but neither feels whole Mother I’m torn between two different homes Land filled with pears, and apricot hues The lands filled with mangoes and papayas blooming Each land of woman filled with rich story Mother I’m stuck between two different mornings And how dissonant are each of these bridges And how resonant are each of these feelings though If neither feels right and neither feels wrong Mother my children will speak in different tongues Mother I’m shy I can’t speak your tongue Mother don’t cry I’ve been trying again Trying to be bold as you were before me I’m leaving the west I’m going alone

are you out west in a red jeep lying wide awake in the back seat are you getting better do you want to be sorry i couldn’t see anything clearly ragweed bare feet friend of mine bend the reeds tell me what you found funny underneath everything singing free falling to the cows in ellery asking summer people stupid questions where'd you get your skinny jeans featherwind coming in annalise imogen wondering what she said what she meant what she did are we really here forever filaree field of heather are you getting any better are you are you are you in the weeds are the walls in the way knock them over patti cake ive been here a real long time are you still working at the catseye all night flickerlight make your money kind of season say it like you mean it like you need it are you using are you dreaming are you air are you breathing are you fog are you feeling are you bored am i preaching see the sun over us see the world burning up it’s a story little dove water foul in the cut are you giving up foxglove larkspur buttercup are you what you’re running from are you are you are you in the weeds way down in the great lakes in the weather we know we were reading litter out loud father of the wind mother of the ground somewhere in another life warm air all night we were getting drunk at the catseye father of the shore mother of the sky on high on clotheslines summer sheets fireflies firing high low hyacinth bulrush cinnamon buck shot tree rot blood hound come in hot you coronate the creatures you can see and take a knee in awe ragmaw hoof to haw call it god if you want we were holding onto something no one ever understood call it ours call it good truth and beauty all we could if you're really laughing then you're crying that's the way it goes animals skin and bones all together all alone are you sweet chicory falling rain feeder seed are the geese still asleep at your feet are you in the weeds

I might go to Spain Sleep out with the dogs Find some empty castle Put my jacket on a cross The mice are in the fields And the ghosts are in the towers Little wind I’m with you in the roadside flowers I might go to town And drink myself away Find some singing bird And try to step inside her cage I might go to waste And I might be a coward Little wind I’m with you in the roadside flowers I wish that I had stayed In that river house with you Pulled away the weeds And let the wild roses bloom But all the hanging plums Someday will go sour Little wind I’m with you in the roadside flowers Don’t you want to fly with the highland birds Don’t you want to dance in the Catalan dirt Maybe it’s my fault Or maybe it’s my power Little wind I’m with you in the roadside flowers

It took hold of me I saw a grown man crying I ricocheted the difference as a stranger kindly watching From a park bench across the street And it took hold of me I wonder what this man is borrowing. Has he unlocked the pattern from that well that he’s been drawing from As he dips the shadows unto his feet? And it took hold of me Was someone planting him a garden? Was her hair as long as the streams within a fountain Pouring light Into a home he could not keep Oh how nice to see a pattern broken When I’ve never even seen my father weep So it took hold of me Was someone planting him a daughter Was her life as strong as the river pushing water from the sides And gently out to sea And it took hold of me I offer cigarette and lighter I know it isn’t much but if it makes spirits feel higher We push the smoke out into the street Into the street

I saw the scatterlight streaming Down thru the century trees Bloodfern and juniper Sweeteye and shattercane weeds I saw the cloud from the cabin Slate rock and teeming with storm Carrion bird caught in the hearth And killed by collision with door Feathers all over the floor I’ll be home where I go I’ll be home wherever I go I’ll be home where I go someday Buckshot rang out in the distance Over and over again River the moon shiver I saw my sister jump in And I saw my brother in Dallas Quietly drunk every day Gentle and kind and lost in his mind And surprised when his wife went away And I saw the killers in costume I saw their satellites burn I saw them measure their money In whether they look like the people they hurt Maybe that’s just who we were I’ll be home where I go I’ll be home wherever I go I’ll be home where I go someday I wake up staggering lonely Birdsong and particle air Her letter in my jacket I carry myself down the stairs Lena she treated me easy She found me wherever i was Bloodfern and juniper Sweeteye and shattercane That never felt like enough I’ll be home where I go I’ll be home wherever I go I’ll be home where I go someday

How does the horse go home? I saw your letter on the porch. How does the horse row along? I heard our record in the park. Half-sentimental decade of longing singing each person we thought we could be. Tippy-toeing past all our wrongings, in some plight of a harmony. When will the wind be worn? I heard your echo in the park. Now that my horse got home forgot we’d written in the bark. Separation slips like a sundial meanwhile the shadow of past is a plain. I remember writing songs across you watching the horses all ride away. Now that my horse got home I read your letter on the porch. Now that the crow don’t craw I held that letter to my heart. I held your letter to my heart.