Dog Days from The Downtowner by Joseph Huber

Where the shadow stops, I can see each rock,
Each gravel piece and leaf down the driveway.
And the way they gleam, those light beams.
From the windshield the green fields look like sand.

Noon again, already five when
I realize it's nine and nothing yet has changed.
Maybe made a meal or went down to the corner store.
My mind is blank, but I thank its just that way.

Dog days
Sweat dripping down my face,
See you at your place at sundown.
Backyard, riding in your car,
Can't seem to get far from this side of town
'Til the evening comes around.

Through the window there's a red tail,
And the way it sails high still above the hills like a mirage.
Blister on a chain link, burnt rust and a blush of pink,
From the lawn chair your hair rides the breeze.

Dog days
Sweat dripping down my face,
See you at your place at sundown.
Backyard, riding in your car,
Can't seem to get far from this side of town
'Til the evening comes around.

So take a victory lap, hear those can tabs snap.
It's my first one--the suns on the treeline.
And the silence steals the wind of the harvest fields
Replaced with the bright sun, the lights so loudly say...

Dog days
Sweat dripping down my face,
See you at your place at sundown.
Backyard, riding in your car,
Can't seem to get far from this side of town
'Til the evening comes around.

• Americana
• Folk
• Roots
• String Band
• Milwaukee