Comin' Home

we're two points collapsing

supercharged from the storm

sun drench in our faces, too deformed

bliss with intent to see us

peeling locust skins from the locust tree

hang on to these places she says to me

clearly in this afternoon

clearly we will have to turn and come home soon

she fell into me a point collapsing

with her loving face in the snow

the mission could be corrupted

and we wouldn't know {and we wouldn't know}

my baby reads for the sound

I've got my feet against the ground

my baby reaches for the sound

I'll take you anywhere you want

loving us more as you see us

peeling locust skins from the locust trees

hang on to their faces she screams to me

clearly in this afternoon

clearly we will have to turn and come home soon