Mardi Gras Beads

Your glance sings of lyrics 'cite from memory

Its sad our goodbyes sound nostalgic

Your chords swung me from an ol' holler tree

I'm living like a vagabond that just can't decide

When to leave

With roots are in the rhythm to my mind it swings

I found even is impossible to keep

Everyday starting up a balance beam

Still you're steady with me always carrying the melody

Smiling all the while the paint chips off of my mala prayer beads

It's the images, contained – not the lenser frames

Recalled to my mind before I fall asleep

A list of regrets is no place to be

I'm coming in late but I'll never modulate us

To the minor key

Smiling all the while the paint chips off of my Mardi Gras beads