Used To Be Alright

It's pretty good, the wine

The way that we look at

Ten to eight in the morning

Just talking, still awake in

Dawn and dew drinking, thinking

Always...

Remembering the laughs, the time

We got high for seven days down

In New Orleans and it seemed like

No one else knew we were just

The moon and sun in fog before the

Heat burned it away and took

The sleep from tired heads on

Beds of reaching hands, of road trip

Breath and long tall freedom

And then you long

For the days of trippin' down

The long road just reading the

Signs that show you the way to

A higher place you meditate to

Feel the quiet of the earth

That was back

When we used to be alright

Another shame, the way

The city smells worse on

A hot day in August...2 PM

Right before us good movers

Move and us shakers break

Our hearts getting home to

Country love and the garbage

Dump by the dried up creek

Near the forest that once had life

And then I turn on the news

Somebody shoot me soon

I'm tired of over heating, falling

Quick to bending knees and

Broken veins, of always needing

Faith to get to shore and break

All the vows I've made

No time or presence

Of mind to wonder why

No time for questions of

Why I wonder why

Something's wrong...again

The noise shakes the ground

There's a rage in

The crowd and I'm a face

In the crowd, what's your name?

You're sinkin' in the sand

Standing next to me, a river

Running through your pants, afraid

To trust me when my hands

Are helping you