“To Make Amends, Make a Home”
Catch me in the morning
While quiet pans flicker on the eye.
Don’t let me slip away without an adequate goodbye,
‘Cause when I leave, I’m gone.
And when I’m gone, I’m all but a shadow left behind your eye.
So, before I go, “Bye bye.”
The winter’s come on quick
With a splash of rain on the shadowed streets.
Cursed be the thing that keeps me constantly
Excusing myself, moving on.
And cursed be the questions that get pressed against me,
“Why must you go? Baby, is it me?”
And cursed be the path that never returns
Again to the blessed ones,
The blessed hearts to which I went,
From which I’ve run.
And cursed be my heart that never learned
Never made it’s fickle peace
With all the blessed things I miss,
Ever reluctantly.
Sweet and low, my ghostly chariot,
Won’t you come and carrying me away
Swing me off to that mystery that I have ever chased
Take my hand. Take my hand.
For to show my sorry feet the way.
