Wipe It Down

Have you learned not to doubt me

Have you learned to doubt me more

Or as you learn more about me do you doubt me exactly the same about as before

Does the weight bowl you over

Press you down into the floor

Or does the weight on your shoulders

Become ever easier now for you to ignore

Take a clean slate and wipe it down

If there was nothing before

There's nothing now

And then the slate you throw away

And you burn the drawers where the slates were stored

I feel the music in me

A Welsh exodus to Los Angeles

Dad, now I write to you

How's the speed calibration?

Briskly reeling in the years?

Or unspooling entirely

Or maintaining tension

Perfectly to keep you here

Polishing off the polishing

Pause for breath, to re-begin

And when it's gold and glistening

Pick up the phone, call a cleaner in

Dad, now I write to you

This first time feeling I can't describe

You're always on my mind