(Kevin Russell) I want to sing you a song I wrote with ink and grief That runs at you like a dog but falls just like a leaf Dare to dance if you can gamble on guitar How the strings catch the strum stretched between the scars Don’t leave me alone with the laughter in the car Without the keys to the reprise of a steel guitar
When love is gone we carry on this way Preacher drunk on morning light, ink upon the page Poverty of birdsong cleaning the cage When he sings the feeling moves all around the room It’s then we learn maybe what it’s like to grieve as we croon