Jack Rabbit Hill

Search for the boy with the mark on his arm

Across the Black Bridge to the young man who tends his family’s farm

Why don’t you shake it off?

You can shake it off.

The flush of your face turns the snow into rain

So warm with the love and the reasons you came

Why don’t you take it off?

Your dirty pants and your brand new cotton socks

I go back there sometimes

To where my wish begins

But someone in this room distilled the gin

And I watched as she danced with him

She sang it free from the side of the hill

A maiden and her banjo

She sang me a song

And she kept me still

Sharing stories and cherries that made it through the early morning frost

But you know this will end come late July

Jack Rabbit Hill

My oh my

Did we do morning right

I was scared to love

I’m still scared to love

Wash me in this river

Until I’m clean enough

I go back there sometimes

To where my wish begins

But someone in this room distilled the gin

And I watched as she danced with him

I search for the boy in the light of the moon

Your lips taste like peaches

Then you tell me with a kiss that you love me too

Did he come to the Trading Post?

Did I leave too soon?

She sang a song that shook and empty room

And only one thing left to do

Learn how to kiss him like I’m kissing you

Someone in this room picked the fruit

Made brandy out of apple juice

And I go back there sometimes

Something draws me in

But someone in this room distilled the gin

And I watched as she danced with him