These Rooms from The Wilderness by Jesse DeNatale

THESE ROOMS

There’s an old willow tree
And it’s talking to me and
It’s power is bigger than I
And I’ve been thinking a lot
About all that I got
In these moments
Where fortune is mine

Well all of the streets
They are covered in ash
And the moon
Has lost all it’s glow
But here in these rooms
Where the honesty blooms
There is something
I wanted to know

Well the drunkards all lie
Junkies fall from the sky
And there’s a mountain
Of things to confess
And you can’t make it alone
If you’re straight you’re
Stoned oh rain down some
Willingness

And maybe they come
Just to quiet the drum
And try not to step on the
Truth to hell and then back
They find a heaven’s intact
And they stand there
Like living proof

It’s a long way to travel
Just to get to the start
You see your chains all
unravel And breathe it in
till you begin Yeah
you’ll begin to feel your heart

Now I’ve been here awhile
On the miracle mile and
There’s always something
To cheer. Through the sliver
And crack With your hand
On my back I can stare
Down whatever I fear

And all of the streets
Have somehow been paved
With a wisdom as welcome
As gold And here in these
Rooms where the honesty
Blooms I’m as grateful for
All that they hold

There’s an old willow tree
And it’s bigger than me
And I keep it locked
In my mind

• Americana
• Folk
• Rock
• acoustic
• indie folk
• singer-songwriter
• California