Coyote Sun Kil Moon

You pointed out the fence
It was leaning towards the neighbor's house
The waterlogged firewood from the last few winters
Had become one with the fence
The mold holding it all together, the weight of the wood
The wind blowing in its direction
The rain pouring down the hill was too much for the fence
A few years earlier, I had an old tree chopped down
That was leaning towards the house
To protect the roof and for firewood
And now I've got twenty yards of fence to rebuild
I started bringing the heavy, wet logs into the back area
Into what I referred to as the Dungeon Area, two or so at a time
The doctor said I need more exercise
I said, "What kind of exercise?"
She said, "It doesn't matter, any kind"
I figure I'd have to get some of it out of the way
To help whoever I'd hire to repair the fence
I was breakin' out with sweat
When a neighbor appeared out of nowhere
And said, "How's it goin', neighbor?"
Why did he have to build a house on that empty lot
With tall oaks and pines and sequoias there?

Year after year, the grass would grow so tall and get so dry
That the property was a borderline fire hazard
I called a real estate agent and offered to buy that plot of land
But the owner never accepted my offer
I want to maintain my privacy, the house was so enchanting
Set back in all the trees
I'd bought the house for the curb appeal and seclusion
The signs on the street that said, "Deer Crossing"