Shore

Kin of my kin I rely on you Taking me in When a wave runs me through As a shore I ever seem to sail to And I know old heavinesses shake you Maybe I stayed Little long, could be I needed shade Sand on my feet And it’s some new ailment is in me Can’t divide what’s memory and what’s dream Afraid of the empty But too safe on the shore And ‘fore I forget me I want to record While I see it all While I see it all I remember walking shoulders hours speaking I remember meeting Clementine and weeping I remember Prine I remember you After word of Berman I remember Pfeiffer burning I remember hoping I’d remember nothing Now I only hope I’m holding onto something Now the quarter moon is out Now the quarter moon is out