Long Dead Grass

I left the comfort of the highlands to live on a grey sullen street

Next to the cattails and long dead grass i wait for the darkness to creep

To wrap its soft blanket round me

And in the morning when the bunnies sleep and birds sing nestled in their shade

I'm grasping the last strands of my dreams, which along with the dew they shall fade

By dawn there's no sign of their graves

And when the geese leave I shall ride their backs, escape this cold place in the winter

But this weather it does pervade me and the sun doesn't shine in my soul

No the sun never shines in my soul