Highway 71

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A murder of crows
Between the trees, beneath the boughs
Black feathers shine like armor
Around the frail bodies they house

And he, too, is frail
On the inside, and out
Ankle-deep in ash, once his porch
Or maybe his wife’s blouse

And they’ll never know
Because today it’s all the same
Their lives are just piles
Of black and white and grey

Like a wild crow
Flying around a caged bird
Listening to her sing
Feeling every word

On the outside we pace,
And cry, and love, and wait
For better days to come
As we try to share the weight

But we’ll never know
Because today we’re not the same
Their lives are just piles
Of black and white and grey

Like a lost bird, in the dusty dark of dusk
Searching the sky, for something he can trust
Covered in dust, of things he did not think he would outlast
He’s thinking in questions, he never thought he would ask

Like a fallen bird
In an unsteady voice
He replies “I’m alive,
But i’m not well

Too many pictures
Sat on those shelves
That told stories
I could never tell

And now they’ll never know
Because today we’re not the same
Our lives are just piles
Of black and white and grey”

A murder of crows
Between the trees, beneath the boughs
Black feathers shine like armor
Around the frail bodies they house

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from Before I Go, released January 6, 2017

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