When the cavalry came, and the lights were lit dim
You held the moon in your mouth like a hymn.
Don't let the sun meet the wind.
Pull your jacket closer, make your way back in.
You're a traveler now, you've got boots to get you there,
and the hills to iron flat like your flax blonde hair.
Don't let the words kill the vibe.
I never met a Poem I didn't half way like.
What's the story this time, once you made yourself known?
I'm not going out quick with a sad sorry no.
Don't let peace hold you back.
You've got lighting in your eyes and a storm on your back.
Go forth, go forth
When the sky finally fell, you were last in the room; hoping I was on my way to you
Don't let your hopes bring you down.
I'm headed up to Tulsa going to burn through the south
credits
from Poem Project,
track released April 29, 2014
Tim Howe-vocals/instruments
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