Tracy Grammer The Verdant Mile
I didn't want to burn like this, so close to the bone
No muscle left to carry it, this black bag of stones
It's a black bag
The August heat, the autumn rain, and winter's face of blue
The seasons keep their spinnin' up but there's no sign of you
There is no sign
And so I walk this verdant mile
Of memory with you
The gentle arms of Eden
And the mountain get me through
Richard says the whippoorwill taught him how to go
I tell him death is just a dream but I don't really know
It's everything and nothing when the spirit cracks the sky
But flowers fold and go to seed and no one questions why
Nobody
And so I walk this verdant mile ...
I miss you like I love the sound of blackbirds in the trees
I sit alone and wish that either one of you would visit me
But no matter how much seed I hang, what prayer I call out
I cannot bring that bird in from the field or make an angel come around
And so I walk this verdant mile...
