Late winter mornings, out mending my fences, I’d smoke cigarettes and let the dogs chase the finches. Oh, how they’d flutter, as they’d lift from the ground. Or how my life we sweeter when you were, honey when you were, you were around. Well we cut right up the middle like the swinging of a pendulum blade. Until I cut the tender belly to reveal the darkness hidden away. I spent all my goddamn money from a tour payout and took her out on the town. And somewhere out in the middle, I swear to god the stars burnt out. Now I don’t believe in a center of gravity. There’s a force out in the world, but it surely isn’t holding me. So I stood at your mirror and I watched you undress. I remember all too clear the words you said when I left. She said “Away you go, and may the same highway bring you back home.” She said, “Away you go, and may the same highway bring you back home. And when you get home, you know we’ll get stoned. And if the city stays froze, we’ll sleep in our clothes. Behind the front door, let them circle like wolves. We’ll hide evermore, from a world waged in war. And maybe we can meet them at the Hi-Dive around seven or eight; a beer and some whiskey for the shaking in your leg. And if you ever get to thinking about home, that’s when you’ll see it’s been here along. It’s been here all along.” Late winter mornings, out mending my fences.
Micah is one of my favorite songwriters around, and also an all around gentleman and scholar. Both his solo work and his work with Two Cow Garage seem to work their way into my regular music rotation with ease. doug shaw
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