Church Of The Pines

Spring, spring, flowers blossom and bloom.
Squirrel, squirrel, jump down onto my roof.
Sparrow, cardinal, hummingbird.
Redwood, holly tree, juniper

The service moves slowly through the hills
Faint sound of the highway
Night sets on the church of pines,
Ending the day, they laid down to rest.

From my room, i look at the street
And see the youths passing along
While i unwind, head in a song.
And in my bed, i play the guitar
I loosen the strings 'til i find a tone
And if it don't come
Then i put it down.

Howl, howl, dogs of the neighborhood
Moon glow, over the gravestones
Dense vines, strangle the black oaks
The lamp light, the fallen fence posts.
The sun rises over the tree line....
With welcoming morning light.
Day sets on the church of pines,
One day we'll all be laid to rest.

From the hills i look up at stars
And feel the darkness swell like a bruise
And in my head, i'm playing with words
I scramble and strain to find the right ones
Sometimes there are none.
Sometimes they don't come.