campsong from voice memos by Jinx Genevieve

wind through the branches and grass on my toes
rained for hours this morning, we sung away the rows
of clouds drifting over and fog settling in
kissing the treetops while i miss your skin

each day a mile with no finish line
running together, so i keep track of time
listing the signs from you, light through the trees
counting my stamps and the days till we're free

how much fonder can a heart grow when we've come so very far
how much longer of this distance feeling further than the stars
well there's endless fondness out there and there's always room to grow
as the twenty something days shrink they will carry us back home

• Acoustic
• indie folk
• singer-songwriter
• New York