IN SOME CIRCLES If I could circle like the Crows , Id never come back down , if I could leave like a train , roll down these silver tracks , that only run out Southbound Im still here , never making plans , my roots grip so tightly this fragile earth , holding on for what its worth , if I could circle like the Crows , I would never land Talk in riddle , meet me halfway , its known as the middle , in some circles We could make this start all over , we just have to try , if I could circle like the Crows , Id teach you to fly Abandoned farms , scarecrows , their heads down in shame , if they only knew how to run , if they could leave like a train , crop circles and fields barren , old machinery and empty silos , skies that will never rain If I could circle like the Crows , I may never come back down , they tell me theres a Heaven up there , Ill never find this peace , till my roots let go , of this earth , of this old town , I’m cursed with a birds eye view , from the ground These roads only know , how to circle back around , by the river , time it has delivered a fatal blow , mill wheels grinding to a halt , it’s not my fault , not my fault , broken windows and foreclosure signs , on the backside , the backslide , of going down If I could fly , from here , from this town , I know , Id only circle , like the Crows , never landing though , ever again , never coming back down © Glenn Bowie 2013
Posted on: Sat, 19 Apr 2014 11:05:11 +0000
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