When I come around
December 5, 2005WASHINGTON — December’s departing, moving through to 2006 and beyond. My birthday approaches. It’s coming down. It’s coming down. I’m coming down fast, but I’m miles [and miles] above you.
The last of leaves fell from the trees
And clung to a new love’s breast.
The branches bare like a banjo played
To the winds that listened best.
Today is the ten year anniversary of the single most important moment of my life. I left Vienna and the seventh grade, head lowered and mother sickened. It is impossible for me to express today’s significance because I haven’t touched bottom yet. You just don’t know.
I can’t say that my life would be better if today never happened, but I definitely would be different.
Since today, I’ve been back to Vienna. And back. But you know you can always come back, but you can’t come back all the way.
City’s just a jungle. More games to play.
Trapped in the heart of it, trying to get away.
I was raised in the country. I been workin’ in the town.
I been in trouble ever since I set my suitcase down.Got nothing for you. I had nothing before.
Don’t even have anything for myself anymore.
Sky full of fire. Pain pourin’ down.
Nothing you can sell me, I’ll see you around.
And today is ten years and I’m scuffling and I’m shuffling. I’m watching the road. I’m studying the dust.
The earth and sky that melts with flesh and bone. The branches cast their shadows over stone. I’ll be back. Back out in the moonlight all alone.