I am trying… I am trying not to let words just shake me off
They would slip and be gone like minnows
Just a silvery flash in the shadows
I would be blank like an unlit street sign
On the bank just waiting on my line
Words would go and then I'd just be sitting there on your floor
Loving everything I see and no way to tell you what to look for
Then I'd forget – or have I already forgotten – all that I love as all the strings that pull me start to tauten
I am trying – for what – I can't place
I am trying for some kind of grace
