About Up

If a bird couldn’t fly
And it perched
On a fence post
Precariously there
Wondering how to get down
If a bird couldn’t fly
Is how I feel
About you
If a bird couldn’t fly
And it was stuck there
On that post
Stuck there
With nowhere to go
But down
If that bird couldn’t fly
That’s how I feel
About you
Nowhere but down
Nowhere else
But down
If a bird couldn’t fly
That’s how it would feel
About up
And what about up?
What about up scares me
So much?
What about just jumping out
And catching
If a bird could fly
If a bird could fly
If a bird could fly
Off that precarious post
Out and up
Up and up
If a bird could fly
It wouldn’t be thinking
About down
And if I couldn’t
I wouldn’t be thinking
About up
And I wouldn’t be thinking
About you
What about you?
What about you scares me
So much?
What about just jumping out
And catching
Don’t you know?
You are
my Up
And I know that I can love
Because I can’t stop thinking

Time Untold Me

Oh boy
A story
What’s this one gonna be about
I wonder
All about how you didn’t know
You didn’t mean to
It came out of nowhere
But you were thinking about me the whole
Time flies
Like bats from a cave
And I hear the echoes
It’s not that I want to own your time
To own your story
To say how it ends
Or how it begins
Or how and where we go from here
From this chasm of silence
The one you can’t bridge
With those stories
The chasm tells the story I want to hear
The words you won’t say
Those are the ones
Those words painted black
So I can’t see or hear them
Hidden words
The story is theirs
And I believe every word
Every unspoken word
Of the unavailable

those dusty boots

Boots on a Bench
She blew through this town on the way to wonderful and
When she came back, nobody knew who she was
But she was wonderful

Nobody bothered to dust her off
Back then
Her dusty boots
All scratchy and mud caked from that dirty road
That dirty road she walked

Nobody bothered to dust her off
That shiny she was
That shiny they never saw
Cause nobody bothered to dust her off

Nobody bothered cause what’s the point?
What’s the point when she’s always moving
Point A
Point B
Points in between
And unknown
Those points to wonderful
She was always going there
She was always going

She’s the kind of girl that takes the keys out of the ignition while the car is still in drive
Cause she just can’t wait to be there already
She wants to get out and go in already
She wants to be there already
She’s there already
But where are you?

I think you knew she was shiny
Back then
But you never dusted her off
You must have been waiting
For the dust
To settle

Now she’s back from wonderful
All wonderful and shit
The kind of wonderful you can’t not notice
Not now

She went places on that dirty road
Places and places and wonderful places
She learned things on that dirty road
Things and things and wonderful things
Now she knows about the people that live
In those places
And the things that they do
In those places
She knows wonderful things about wonderful people and the wonderful places they live

Wonderful is everywhere but here
Wonderful is everything but mine
Wonderful is everyone but me

But she’s the kind of wonderful that makes you look again
At yourself
She’s the kind of shiny that lights up
Everybody else
That wonderful kind that makes you look
At your own kind of shiny
Makes you look for your own dirty road
Makes you look for
That wonderful kind of you
Cause you’re dusty too.


Those broken women

With their unfeathered wings

With their messed up hair

And their naked eyes

Those broken women

With their tear stained necks

And their caved in chests

And their crooked legs

Those broken women

That can’t walk down their own road


Take me with you

You man you stronger man

Take me with you because I can’t walk on these hay straw legs

These weak wobbly crooked things

These things with no knees

These unbending soft stilts

These worthless

These worthless

These pointless dangling limbs


How can she go

How can she leave

Her legs don’t lead

They follow




She will never see that map

She will never touch that chart

That boundary that benchmark

She will never see the stars

See the sea

See the sky

See the air

See the clouds





Those soft those sad women

With their black eyes and their grey souls

Those women

Those those those