1820 from Delivery by Two Sun Bower

Salutations, 1820
In’s moving a family of five
to warm the staircases and doorknobs
It’s keeping our memory alive

I close my eyes
I’m riding bikes down Cedarwood with Grant
And I’m holding hands with my ma
The evening light on the swimming pool
reflecting so many good times
It keeps us tethered

But now just we’re bounding
Now we’re just bounding outward
Bounding
Oh ah
So now we’re just bounding outward
Bounding, bounding

I hope my brother leaves behind his crab shell in the path that he wakes
And that my sister finds love and light
in the heart of any man that she dates
And if Timbo sold the farm then we would have no concept left of a home
But to follow our mother, my gardenia, and her hearth down every darkened road

But now we’re just bounding
Now we’re just bounding outward
Bounding
Oh ah
So now we’re just bounding outward

But now we’re just bounding
Now we’re just bounding outward
Bounding
Oh ah
So now we’re just bounding outward

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