soot and stars has some real clunker lines, but there are many that i find affecting
bones are never asked
where are we going to
it was never up to me
i love the open road
and all that it suggests
wheel wagon dust
weeds and infidelities
and always swore our love
never questioned why
in a wooden house
immovable and silent
and drinking strawberry wine
forever lost in town
and through the sleeping streets
nightbound and heavy
i'll often speak of you
but the you was always me
a child is who i was
a child is who i'll die
soot in my hair
and stars in my hands