This Far South

You remind me of every single dogwood tree When I tried to reach out, I never see you this far south no more I can't seem to be any less than all of me But that won't work out if words can't fall out my mouth no more Angel, walk me through your garden, won't you please again? The nerves inside my heart in Germantown tonight I'm learning that it's not good to fly I've chosen the habit that I'm dropping Coming down's exhausting I think I need some help Turn me over if sand could rise when we grow old Then I would try to hold your hand a little slower Angel, walk me through your garden and your trees But please don't reach out, 'cause I won't be this far south again The nerves inside my heart in Germantown tonight I'm learning that it's not good to fly I've chosen the habit that I'm dropping Coming down's exhausting I think I deserve some rest