Horse Feathers Fire To Fields
Has November made you lose your mind?
Colic babies, a home, and a wife,
Setting off without so much as a plan,
With no wish to be an ex-family man.
Of course it's through,
You sooner leave than not be you.
As the sun gave the west to the night,
Heavy chested confused as to why,
The coldest sweat and a burden to breathe,
It's then you knew it was just what you need.
It's high time too. . .
You sooner leave than not be you.
What in the world could take this long?
The deeper the sigh the sweeter song,
However long you toed that line,
It's good to see you doing fine.
Lighting fire to fields,
From the ground anew,
The start wasn't real,
But the end was true.
It's good to hear you finally sigh,
A novice whines, a coward bawls,
He would love to weep if he could at all.
Lighting fire to fields,
From the ground anew,
The start wasn't real,
But the end was true.
