Ink And Grief

I want to sing you a song I wrote with ink and grief

that runs at you like a dog but falls just like a leaf

Dare to dance if you can gamble on guitar

How the strings catch the strum stretched between the scars

Don’t leave me alone with the laughter in the car

without the keys to the reprise of a steel guitar

When love is gone we carry on this way

Preacher drunk on morning light, ink upon the page

poverty of birdsong cleaning the cage

When he sings the feeling moves all around the room

it’s then we learn maybe what it’s like to grieve as we croon