歌词
作曲 : Asher White
out from the harbor
folded in the footwaves—(i don't even try)—
and i listen closely like spit between some tiny teeth
as flat as the sky:
i could only hope to board
a boat that does not learn the ports
from starboard or no other sort of guide
just for a moment, a shirt sleeve and a bottle against the tide
go cradle closer! how does it still happen
is it falling river light?
all scattered twine the cracking rocks, and creeping up the blackened docks
—and all this trouble opening—the barnacles have broken in my shoes
stand in your ground:
an electric kettle in my room
won't know it is you
when we get dressed in silence or are
bleaching all the linens in the tub
there's a fire in the den,
there are turkeys in the pen,
there is use
and every dinner still worth doing even if i keep on moving
still, you are forgiving
and when i am ill i go to reconcile
what grazed my temples
- on a train ride?
- in bar harbor?
- long ago?
and the sweat that keeps me swift
and the bet that yields the gift
o my G-d
ooh my G-d
how could i be so ungrateful?