these mountains speak secrets
at night when i sleep
the wind sings a lullaby
through the mouths of the trees i know if you heard them, you'd understand
the rivers that blow
through the streets when it rains
are deep as the rivers
that roll through the plains i know if you swam them, you'd understand
ma, i know there's something
at the end of this road
something secret and strange
my father couldn't hold i'm gonna find it, and make it mine
this clockwork heart
imbedded in me
though rundown and rusted
and missing its key i'm gonna wind it, and make it shine
there're writers and graveyards
calling my name
poems and tombstones
are always the same neither wants more than just to be read
and the people i meet
are books without sleeves
all lovingly folded
with a deep reader's crease i want them to read me before i am dead
ma, i know there's something
at the end of this road
something beautiful and strange
that my father let go i'm gonna find it, and make it mine
this clockwork heart
imbedded in me
though rundown and rusted
and missing its key i'm gonna wind it, and make it shine
