Splinter from 50 Songs by Shane Cooley

Splinter

Dogwood doldrums
Static and still
If my bones don’t break
Then my branches will

They buckle under blankets
Of perpetual chill
I feel the weight of the world
On my windowsill

Deeper than blue in the bleak midwinter
Ice is getting thinner, and my patience is too
If anyone could make a saint of this sinner, it’s you
Baby this splinter’s gotta work itself through

I can’t wait forever
But I’ll wait a while
Every inch that I take
Feels like a country mile

These days my whole world has
Gone on trial
It’s too bad that bad boys
Have gone out of style

Deeper than blue in the bleak midwinter
Ice is getting thinner, and my patience is too
If anyone could make a saint of this sinner, it’s you
Baby this splinter’s gotta work itself through

And it’s a humdinger of a predicament
And come to think of it
These dreams won’t ever come true
Unless we make some moves
Unless we make some moves

Deeper than blue in the bleak midwinter
Ice is getting thinner, and my patience is too
If anyone could make a saint of this sinner, it’s you
Baby this splinter’s gotta work itself through

Baby this splinter’s gotta work itself through
Baby this splinter’s gotta work itself through

• Acoustic
• Americana
• folk
• folk-rock
• rock
• singer-songwriter
• Mollusk