Hardly Feelings Nick Shoulders

If a note I sing falls upon you
I hope its softly
If your tender things flew on leather wings
I was there
If the lightning’s glow on the north shore grows dimmer on some hours
I’m the echo that you’ll only hear over street light’s hum

I hear your bare feet on the tile
I swear I’ll meet your eyes in a little while
Things I wove out of bending grass
I’ve let them drift at last
And if you’re spitting mulberry seeds
I’ll be chasing lizards in the tumble weeds
I’ll hold on to what I can but I won’t hold you

If a soul out there waits upon you
I know its not me
I am not your keeper
I did not seek to keep you so long
And like those before
I walked on the floor in your shadow
There were wolves at the door while we drank in the pale gold light

I hear your bare feet on the tile
I swear I’ll meet your eyes in a little while
Things I wove out of bending grass
I’ve let them drift at last
And if you’re spitting mulberry seeds
I’ll be chasing lizards in the tumble weeds
I’ll hold on to what I can but I won’t hold you