Jeffrey Foucault - Geese Fly By lyrics

Geese fly by honking overhead Leaves pitch like kites across a green sky A great river flows nearby Geese fly by There I am in my state in my town There I am in my backyard Spade patting ghost worms down Back into their corridors new salted with bone Here I go calling out your name At three a.m. this first night of a hard frost The two of us facing off From opposite sides of the bed Minerals seeping in seeping out Every time we in- or exhale No clouds only jet trails Every time Geese fly by honking overhead Leaves pitch like kites across a green sky A great river flows nearby Geese fly by Geese fly by Geese fly by