I fell out of the canvas I was painting on for several years
into a field of cows and sheep barbed wire held me no escape
I woke up drowning in the sky barbed wire tumble weeds roll by
the grave is dug for someone else I found the answers inside of myself
You light a candle you go to church you come home again you're still alone
I close the curtains write this line I paint a stroke broken notes chime
the landscapes of the country side reminders of a simpler time
and once again on a country road the sunset burns and fades away
I watch the airplanes in the sky they look like bugs on window sills
dried up and left until dissolved the oldest story ever told
I met an antique dealer and he sold me empty vases
so I filled them up with flowers and I gave them to my neighbors
you showed me to the treasure like a tidal wave of thunder
then you pulled me down into the dirt where you now rest endlessly asleep