Nine Mile Kite

Rain showers in the September sun

Her flower petal lips begun

Showing all her teeth in rows

Toss your clothes and run outside

These sour apples overrun

Devour yours and leave me none

Endless eyes of indigo

Leave me standing here untied

She's a nine mile kite

Stitched with dynamite

Watch the clouds ignite

And she'll dance in the storm

I called you to tell you

That's it's raining in Whitefield

And this loneliness I feel

Has been bringing me down

The twilight is coming

Turning into the nighttime

And my eyes will be drying

Once I get on the road

You walk to the mirror

Try to see what's behind you

And I wanted to find you

Before the memories fade

I've checked all the backroads

And I've looked by the ocean

But you're always in motion

And you never come home