Letras
Misunderstood and disillusioned
I go on describing this place
And the way it feels to live and die
The natural world and whatever else it's called
I drive in and out of town
Seeing no edge, breathing sky
And it's hard to describe
Without seeming absurd
I know there's no other world
Mountains and websites
Dark smoke fills the air
Some from the fire in my house
Some from me driving around
I could see the lights of town
Through the trees on the ridge
On my way home in the dark
I meant all my songs
Not as a picture of the woods
But just to remind myself
That I briefly live
The gleaming stone
The moon in the sky at noon
There is no other world
And there has never been
I still walk
Living, sleeping
Life in the real world of clouds
Clawing for meaning
Still when I see branches in the wind
The tumultuous place where I live
Calls out revealing
Can you see the river in the branches?
Know that it means you will die
And that pieces are churning
Can you find the wildness in your body?
And walk through the store after work
Holding it high?
I've held aloft some delusions
From now on I will be perfectly clear
There's no part of the world more meaningful
And raw impermanence
Echoes in the sky
There is neither a no end
Or constant simultaneous
End and beginning
The pile of trash
The fallen hill
Standing in the parking lot
Squinting