Kettle Drum (I Left A Note)

Grass fought through the snow.

Just like the rest, it grew to

grow. And somewhere, on some

doorstep, a few curious knocks

filled an empty house.

I left a note, and I hope you found

it my old friend.

Alone I headed through with all I

ever had an all I knew. And as I

walked along, the wind through the

leaves in the tress built like a song.

And I like to sing, so I sang along.

Banging on a kettle drum an army's

gone a war was won, and we could

talk for hours or even not at all.

Once I ached for something,

something good and whole and true

and all my own. Didn't I tell you, if

I could find it, I'd leave a note?

I left a note.