Old SoulHow long you've been around girl, longer than your years? looking out through the eyes of an old soul - same shit, same fears. must have been kinda awful one so young and tender, walking out onto the lawn a young pretender.
I'm 30 plus years old and looking on you like a saint, some kinda gift that could be all the things i am and ain't. i watch you cut your sway like a blade through harvest wheat with eyes that burn and melt with intensity and heat. who gave you what you are - these visions, these demands? this intolerance and bluntness, this hunger in your arms?
i watch you run ahead long into this autumn wind till your face is flushed and your knees are skinned. scattering the mad pies and crows from their frost, your footprints like a path to something lost. i turn and i wave back and the sun light from behind, it's like a halo mesmerizing, undefined... it's like a halo...
Bow to the saint amongst us on this frost encrusted lawn, rain spattered on any gust of a lead storm. And while I drop my head in a strange kind of respect - I feel my driven heart... pump and connect. Even now, whemma [when I am] so rowed up and paid for all this transparency this whole song is shared, the wet leaves lift in to the gathering trees...Come in now, Girl, where you'll freeze...