grain elevator from Snowdragons by jesse thom

on the first day of that life
i woke up just after a rainstorm
the sun hitting the wet ground
and every reflection said ‘fly man fly home’
i’ll go west when I die / no last goodbyes.
now you’re gone and here I cry

grain elevator and a setting ball of fire
burning, we go on, even though we’re tired
on the first day of that life, I woke up just after a rain storm, driving down the TransCan with my hands at 10 and 2 o’clock on a rubber wheel, the sun hitting wet pavement.

clouds are only grey until they empty themselves and shelves break under the weight of too many words while a tribe of ancient monkeys sit in mystical hot tubs somewhere in the depths of japan

• Acoustic
• folk
• instrumental
• singer-songwriter
• storybook
• Canada