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Take It Back

© D.Gruitza (2016)

Well you don’t come around here, don’t dare to breathe this air, won’t even speak my name. You took the pickup truck, a clipping from the roses and a steamer trunk, passed down from grand dads days.

Remember walking the road, talking bout the future and the treasures it hold, but fates a fickle funny thing. Today a dollar’s a dime since my daddy dug the shit out of the hole at the yard, where grandpas concrete all was made.

Now what has it become, did the rebar come undone, has the lye all washed away. This hearts sinking like a stone, growing further from its home, but you cant drink homesick away.  So take it back, take it back to where your neighbors know your name, where the people all seem sane. Take it back to where the earth was dirt and we looked happy in a frame, unlike the shadows that became.

He’d tell me how it could be, but the days turned into years and I’m still kicking upstream, just a windmill spinning backwards or a freight train without steam.  Man I just long for the days when priorities were popsicles and pissing on trees; Johnny and Billy and a rhododendron tree.

Now what has it become, did the rebar come undone, has the lye all washed away. This hearts sinking like a stone, growing further from its home, but you cant drink homesick away.  So take it back, take it back to where your neighbors know your name, where the people all seem sane. Take it back to where the earth was dirt and we looked happy in a frame, unlike the shadows that became.

Well you don’t come around here, don’t dare to breathe this air, won’t even speak my name.


Avenue

© D.Gruitza (2016)

Feels like this place... It’s dragging me down again. This paralyzed dream’s got me running on empty thinking of you again…

And I remember what you said – but nothing comes guaranteed… Cause here I am… on the avenue of loneliness

So honey I bid farewell and turn my back on a place I used to know… Because darling without you here my only home is the open road, yeah… Well I’ve seen fire, I’ve seen rain, Lord knows...  I’ve been through hurricanes…

Yeah, well all of that just seems plain to me down here…  on the avenue of loneliness… Down here... on the Avenue

So Willie’s on the radio, and I’ve got my sights set on Memphis Tennessee…  Maybe drop down in Baton Rouge, show them cowgirls just what the north taught me... Yeah

Well momma Ill be coming home, but on the backside of the tracks… Cause for now, well I’m just running free down here... On the Avenue of Loneliness... Down here... On the Avenue…

Lets walk


Hurt Like THis

© D.Gruitza (2016)

Well you take yours and I’ll take mine and meet me some where on the other side of love. The one I burned out in you long ago, and I turned up, passed out drunk on the floor. But Honey I wont say a word, that’s what brought us here I guess. Funny how the rains fall down every time I feel my best.

And though I'm on a north bound train, Well I’m staying in the south . Well I don’t like the rains back home, or how the winds cut through my bones

But it never hurt like this and I promise I’m never gonna ride this train again. Well I'm walking down a moonshine trail taking desolation by the hand.

But oh, that memory, man its burning like a baby’s grave. The antithesis of my imagination got me, sandblasting bridges up off six-sixty-four.

But it never hurt like this and I promise I’m never gonna ride this train again. Well I'm walking down a moonshine trail taking desolation by the hand.

 

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