Early dim stars are still out
Moving in and out of the clouds
Tree trunks are deep somber grey
Against the sky crowded with bats
I’m standing over the stove
Sipping at my steaming cup
Looking out over the land
Alive enough to touch
Love goes bad all over
A quick taste of fear on my lips
Love goes bad all over
Are you walking this dirt road home?
The room is still dark around me
Hank Williams on the radio
Coffee’s running down my throat
My humming voice like gravel
The eastern sky is rimming with red
A bobwhite call is waiting
I can smell the trace of death
Coming to me