Dirt in a Hurry

The days are short and the shadows long

The curtains closed and the drapes are drawn

Garbage bins rumble like the tumbleweeds

And hibernation calls the beasts to sleep

When the stars fall out of the midnight sky nobody puts them back

And in the ancient light that shutters past

Other eyes are looking back

The kids and the chickens and the dogs and me

Don't know much about polarity

Or daylight saving you can't keep

We spend out time balancing wake and sleep

Right arm strong from guiding hammer and saw

Stiff upper lip strong bottom jaw

Left arm steady from holding those pennyweight nails

Hundred heads in a row doesn't guarantee tails

Undertaker in a pastel shirt

Concerned about the urgency of dirt

Things that move slow seem long to last

Something to think about when you're pumping gas

Down the road you go, oh lord the rain and snow

Winds that steal your breath

These songs have been sung before and you know they will again

Inverted words of other men

Flood water washed our sins downstream

They flutter like flags in the dogwood trees

And somebody else can wash them clean

In rivulets so serpentine

I'm going to Graceland!

So you sing loud or sing pretty on a Sunday morning

Or you stay up late and blow your horn

Shallow puddle or the deep blue sea

Depends on what you think you see

Depends on what you think you see