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

And 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