The sound of the wheels That the gravel driveway reveals I am home for a while Where I keep my things and desires Tennessee / Carolina Tie the loose ends and leave it behind You know me, I’m unwinding Soaked in gin subatomic dividing…

There’s this tiny monastery round the corner from my house I see the monks out walking, pulling weeds, and carting out the trash I see them at the Exxon buying cokes and magazines Their orange robes flow in the breeze as people fill their cars…

Maybe I’m someone Or maybe I’m not A tree falls in the forest And the roots start to rot And my lady she loves me Whether I like it or not I’ve got all that I need I’ve got all that I’ve got It’s too early for peaches And it’s too late…

In my mind It’s clear as day The bells of Seeger Chapel play Some melody I’ve heard before in praise or to atone The trees give alms come autumn cold With leaves of gold and cardinal I know it’s not the place for me, but may I look around…

Half my life has settled into Time to try the things we never Make your mind up about it White third eye embroidered on the Waves wash out the water green and Serpentine the river bending And I’ve wasted half the night Counting cards…

I come up to the surface And take a breath on my return Crystal waters on the surface Light gets swallowed down below And it’s the same way with my feelings About you they stay much the same Twenty years wrapped up in paper Tied it up…