Shroud (Live at Red Rocks / September 20, 2020)

I'm looking more like my mother

I was so struck and waiting for it

I was so sure of my barely bending knees

And nobody cared for more

It does no good to talk about anything

It does no good to tell you I'm wounded, babe

It's not the things they discover

It's in the way we try to cover with ground

I made you cry, finger darling

I was so sure and never right

I was the tongue that's telling you that somebody else is trying

I got no feeling about it at all

And it's all seizing the doubt in love

I got no reason to bury it here

I could go backwards forever

I could be boxed inside and living with doubt

Well, don't blow my cover

It's taken years to make a beautiful shroud

I got no use in talking about anything

And I can tell you it seems to be a horn to me

It does no good to talk about anything