East of Nashville in mt juliett, Tennessee

Carving Apples

East of Nashville in mt juliett, Tennessee

I can tell you some of what I seen
Though cracked and broken it may seem
Just crystals turned emerald sea glass surrounding me
Though it’s hard to say the where and when
How far I gone Or how long I been
I’m heading home, but i aint gonna make it tonight

Crippled cauldrons dance in time
Going crazy with their wine
Shining metallic with the moon entwined
Stripped of wishes fears of any kind
Now cold and peaceful they recline
I’m heading home, but i aint gonna make it tonight

And holes they open deep and full
Fling themselves under my soles
Insist on sifting off some kind of toll
Leave my toes and fingers cold
Cut and drained of life and soul
I’m heading home, but i aint gonna make it tonight

Five years gone the dreams have left
Just a beat up ford and a cigarette
And the dust of the road lyin heavy on your tongue
You had your plans you had your health
Then one day you find yourself
Saying I’m headin home, and I aint gonna make it tonight