At the end of the road where I sit in the morning
The weeks have been hazy but something is changing
I watched the sun convince the weakest cloud to let it through
It said "I would have gone crooked but for you"
There's a sticky orange vine here
And it grows over everything
I don't know what they call it
I call it 'Darling Creeper'
I give names to the flora and to the fauna
Most descriptive of their character to me
And there's snakes I have been warned about
There's rattlers in this roundabout
They come in from the chaparral
They crawl beyond the gravel now
That I like it when I'm sitting with things around me moving
It may look like I'm brooding
Like I'm getting not much done
But oh! there is a cure here
The light is very pure here
I'm gathering my strength like a consumptive in the sun
And I would have gone crooked but for you, but for you
I would have gone crooked but for you
I would have gone crooked but for you, but for you
I would have gone crooked
Sons, an artist left
His red rock garden in the turnaround road where I sit in the morning
It gets kicked around the cul-de-sac
By those who go and double back
As if there is no-throw affair in absence of a beaten track
And red ants are moving with their sick and withered comrades
They carry the bodies of the withered in their mouths
Because it is no big deal
Hey, what else is there to do
But set your sight on something and pull your tangles through
Oh I would have gone crooked but for you, but for you
I would have gone crooked but for you
Oh I would have gone crooked but for you, but for you
Oh I would have gone crooked
And I don't think I even knew before now
Hey I feel steady and I feel good
Light and emptied of last night's food
There's a mountain ahead
When I'm ready to go up from the edge of the turnaround road
Cars three-point turns make mandalas in the dirt
At the end of the road where I sit in the morning
The weeks have been hazy but something is changing
I watched the sun convince the smallest cloud to let it through
It said "I would have gone crooked but for you"
I would have gone crooked but for you
Cars, three-point turns make pentagrams in the dirt At the end of the road where I sit in the morning The weeks have been hazy but something is changing I watched the sun convince the weakest cloud to let it through It said "I would have gone crooked but for you" There's a sticky orange vine here And it grows over everything I don't know what they call it I call it 'Darling Creeper' I give names to the flora and to the fauna Most descriptive of their character to me And there's snakes I have been warned about There's rattlers in this roundabout They come in from the chaparral They crawl beyond the gravel now That I like it when I'm sitting with things around me moving It may look like I'm brooding Like I'm getting not much done But oh! there is a cure here The light is very pure here I'm gathering my strength like a consumptive in the sun And I would have gone crooked but for you, but for you I would have gone crooked but for you I would have gone crooked but for you, but for you I would have gone crooked Sons, an artist left His red rock garden in the turnaround road where I sit in the morning It gets kicked around the cul-de-sac By those who go and double back As if there is no-throw affair in absence of a beaten track And red ants are moving with their sick and withered comrades They carry the bodies of the withered in their mouths Because it is no big deal Hey, what else is there to do But set your sight on something and pull your tangles through Oh I would have gone crooked but for you, but for you I would have gone crooked but for you Oh I would have gone crooked but for you, but for you Oh I would have gone crooked And I don't think I even knew before now Hey I feel steady and I feel good Light and emptied of last night's food There's a mountain ahead When I'm ready to go up from the edge of the turnaround road Cars three-point turns make mandalas in the dirt At the end of the road where I sit in the morning The weeks have been hazy but something is changing I watched the sun convince the smallest cloud to let it through It said "I would have gone crooked but for you" I would have gone crooked but for you Explain Request ×
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