Burning Wood from Air by littleboybigheadonbike

dog whistle, feeling yourself lose your eyes
early morning, a sad surprise
is the sun rising, am i alone?
am i confused?
im going home

invisible hair blowing
where have i been going all this time?
are my feet wet or are they dry?
all is slowing
especially time

sprinkling moisture on the trail
color changing, shredding up mail
chair smashing, wall punching
all my memories are downwards crunching

invisible hair blowing
where have i been going all this time?
all the ground is the same
when the waves crash down, your burning wood loses flame

i cant remember anything at all

• Folk
• Nashville