Well, I drug your ghost across the country, and we plotted out my death.
In every city, memories would whisper: “Here is where you rest.”
I was determined in Chicago, but I dug my teeth into my knees,
and I settled for a telephone and sang into your machine:
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.
aconybell:
Sorrow gets too heavy, and joy, it tends to hold you.
Bright Eyes - “Four Winds”
Well I went back by rented Cadillac and company jet
Like a newly orphaned refugee retracing my steps
All the way to Cassadaga to commune with the dead
They said, “You’d better look alive”
And I was off to old Dakota where a genocide sleeps
In the Black Hills, the Badlands, the calloused East
I buried my ballast. I made my peace.