Tenderfoot from Dogwoods by Honeycrush

Mylar balloon caught in a dogwood tree
Kids with their candy calling to me
All the bees drop from heat, jacks scattering scattering
Little feet on the porch, stampede clattering clatttering

Bruising the palms of my hands
At that tender age you just stick to the plan
Can't wait to leave

He blew through the yard with the force of a gale
Mommy sold her strawberries to the men from the jail
And as we drive past the houses, some fifty years gone
Oh, the air still smells like cinnamon

Neighborhood shithead pulled the stingers off the wasps
And I remember the day he got stung and got caught

Can't wait to leave
Can't wait to leave

Running on gravel to toughen our toes
Spent every young year feeling displaced
My second hometown with its power line bones
Home to so many ghosts

Can't wait to leave
Can't wait to leave
Can't wait to leave

• Alternative
• indie rock
• singer-songwriter
• New York