Raking Leaves from Memory Story by Rescue Box
Some thoughts about being a boy...I always have been.
Tracklist
| 17. | Raking Leaves | 4:36 |
Lyrics
Watching the sun come up
finger in the wind
circumstances change
Common ground doesn’t feel the same
With the morning comes the sun
With the sun comes the day
with the day comes the wind
And I drift away
A tangle of wires
Battery's dead
Coffees cold
Spirit of lead
Comes in the morning
Stays all day
I wish this bird would fly
Yah My best interest
little did I know
how many ways the wind will blow
I shake my confidence
And it shakes me
Some people never seem to change
A tangle of wires
Battery's dead
Coffees cold
Spirit of lead
Comes in the morning
Stays all day
I wish this bird would fly
He sleeps in the bushes outside of the ymca
He thought he had a job but those people moved away
seven months since he was down here last
Thought about joining the Navy
One for the money and two for the road
I'm taking chances before I get too old
before I get too old
before I get too old
before I get too old
Out raking leaves
Down on my knees
I was a boy
Out raking leaves
Down on my knees
I was a boy
Out raking leaves
Down on my knees
I was a boy
Out raking leaves
Down on my knees
I was a boy
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For me music has been a constant companion for as long as I can remember. That companionship has not always been comforting. For all the years that I couldn't or wouldn't put the work in I still followed along and wanted to join in.
The process fills so many voids.It is the conversation with myself that I find so necessary. The loners log in a way.