Port Angeles

It was sunny nowhere in sight.

The beach was rocky, and you looked at the light.

You pulled down your cap tight for a picture of the hazy sky...

And you looked like a man half a shade braver

In Port Angeles.

You heart was heavy...you said it was a good

thing.

The air was pressing in on you, like it wanted to keep you.

I felt it then: you would always be captive here...

Half on land, half on the other

side

Of Port Angeles.

Baby, if you can’t be found

Take me up into your ground

I’ll be locked into your sideways

Half crumpled in bed.

Baby, if you can’t be found

Take me up into

your ground

I’ll be locked into your sideways

Half crumpled, heart high.