Dry County

I was in the dead center when the sky turned green

And a pile of shoeboxes shook their contents loose

Into blue envy

Onto wet power lines

Lonely strangers in a gravel ditch

Right over there where the firewood used to be stacked

I held Up my neck like a wheat stalk

Blood orange and burnt red

Waving inside an Arkansas sunset

Waving like I had to go

But I was out there stuck in the rain

Talking about the weather

And I couldn't see the sky

Except by ambulance light

Flickering against the smoke

Like A bird on its way

On a scarecrow

Protecting what's in sight

It's all lost

It's all for nothing

It's gonna to be alright

And I was waving. Waving!

Waving like i had to go

I was right there waving like i had to go

Waving, like i had to go

And so I went

I left half a cigarette next to a spider web

I had other things to do, and never looked back

That's useless as coffin paint

Inside another All nighter

A full head, and sandy

Fingers interlocked in the legs of that thing

While the leaves crawl out from their branches

Racing our trains down the highways

Next to the trains we sleep to at night

Racing through our thoughts in the pitch black

Lit up by headlights and hope

Under the sheets washed at half strength

Inside that motel with the chainsaw angel

Holding a sword above a sign that's never said "no"

There is always room for those who fight

It's all a blur

It's all a lie

It's gonna be alright

And she was waving!

Waving like she had to go

She was right there waving like she had to go

Waving, like she had to go

And so She left

We held hands

Leaned ourselves into the future

Joined the parade from the train bridge

And swam the lake

Made promises to our shadows

What a kindness

Putting our pieces together

While the leaves stretch out on their branches

Smoothing our edges

Learning where our county lines lie

A blanket of mistakes

With good Intentions

And bad memories

And a god dam in our hearts

A ghost

Inside of a man

Inside of a room

Watching the leaves fall for their own reasons

Without a fight

Cuz it's all over

It's all a mess

It's gonna be alright

You were waving like you had to go

You were right there waving like you had to go

Waving, like you had to go

You had to

And it may be comforting

Or scary

Or both

Or none of it

But one night in the hands of death

There will be a sign with your name on it

Tied to nine balloons

And it won't ask if you're ready to go

Son, your ride is leaving