Potholes sunken into this crooked ground
Cause the wagon of this holy man
To slowly rattle with tremoring echo
And shake the walls, hear his recently found hanging jars

I awoke in a spectacular rain of glassy song
That fell down into my slumbering ears
This ring comes slowly, it’s never a shock
It sometimes will take years

The long blades of grass that stand with pride
Through the gravel scrape the underside of his now teetering ride
Sending a leafy aroma, forewarning, to my now dewy eyes

The chewed on pebbles, they crackle under the tolling guise
The boomering moon throwing light on them as they spit around
But the escort’s not there, it’s not real
The foot fodder of my mind
-That’s just a part of getting by.

It flashes around you for a while, in a slow approach
Ah Fixerman, stay home, make it a slow approach
“I ripped your dress today
I killed the kids, hold on to your blissful innocence”

I woke
I woke my mother
I woke my father
I woke my father’s mother
With this song.

You said you had a pain that brewed.
"These things take a while sometimes
Hold yourself by what you know to be true
I can see the light in your eyes
You're special, though people don’t let you know
They’ll listen when your beautiful notions show
You shouldn’t ponder mislaid love
Your eyes they seem to ask me why”
-That’s just a part of getting by.

Your screaming black hair
My two year old impression
Another rattle

Your sunny disposition
My six year old feet
In the wind
Another wanderer

Your distance from me
My will to understand you
And your subtle ways
Your caring voice
Another jar

Your closeness to me
My lack of caring
Oh my older youth
The flaw of me today
I will miss you
Another ring

Your growling sentiment
Your chair in our house
Your hats a hanging
You weren’t a red man
Your cattle mooing
Grass is growing all around you
Another crackle

Your softer sentiment
Your distance from me
The sweets in your car
Your unthreatening ways
Your distance from me
The confusion with your name
I can relate to
Another scrape

Your perfect penmanship
Your care for my love
My distance from you
Your letters I never read
Your drawings upon drawings
Better than my songs
Your compassionate ways
Stronger than I am
Another bump in the road

The warmth you bring me
My talent to do no wrong
Your crossword puzzles
My six year answers
Your path to the garden
which has since then shown me
To be more gentle
To be more graceful
To be more caring
Oh my soul

The fate of the folks we know
Our longing to know them
The fate of the unknown folks
Our longing to know them
Our longing to know them
Our distance from them
Our longing to know them
Our distance from them
Forever tolling
Forever tolling
Forever tolling

Potholes sunken into this crooked ground