Devon Sproule Stop By Anytime
I've got the bookshelves loaded
And the backyard's green and blooming
Let the humidity curl your hair
And the mulberries stain your toes
A wasp on the pillow in the hideway bed
A whippoorwill whistle to a spooked city kid
Dry leaves catching round the camping fire pit
Quicker than a rippling lake
If you could come around
I could take you out
To see the bugs in the big woods shine
So stop by
The roommates are all doing fine
With summer colds and summer deadlines
To let another hour of news decide
If it's wrong to keep calm
Or if it's wrong to fight
Cat bells jingle in the middle of the night
Fruit flies drown in the undrunk wine
Cracked blue china in the rack going dry
Older than a rowing boat
If you could come around
I could show you down
To where the knots of the day untie
So stop by
With a little bit of small talk and a straight spine
Before my good thumb gives up it's good try
Why have you stayed away so long?
Come keep company for a while
Two skinny cousins in a sunfish race
The rope through their teeth and the sun on their face
Rounding the buoy at the bay of the bay
Lighter than a skipping stone
If you could come around
I could show you how
To make the most of a lonesome night
Just stop by
