pretty strays for hopeless lovers

pretty strays for hopeless lovers

with grace in mind

empty days filled up with promises that you deny

flooded creek

now still and quiet

deep and black

the bed is smooth

the bank is scavenged

swept all that's past

time will bury all these years

while the rustlings in your ear

under the mountain a century

under the ocean a memory

if my love should fail and falter

if the horses balk

and if my luck should take or leave me

for the singing road

if days and nights are inked and numbered

can you call the count

if morning breaks like words that shatter on this hollow ground

time will bury all these years

while the rustlings in your ear

under mountain a century

under ocean a memory