Shirt

light a fire

burn up all you know

you've had

so much time just to

let things go

now you're

burning letters out

in the snow

in your backyard

years go rolling

you're thirty three

It's time

for the cross

or the bodhi tree

but you'd

like to cry when you

skin your knee

man's it's hard

and it's the same old friends on new years eve

the same snow falls on the same old leaves

and there's the same old joy and the same old hurt

same old corduroy shirt

old storm windows,

the broke-tail squirrel

and the

grocery lists and the

skateboard girls

and your

rusty brain cells give you a twirl

Oh no

kitchen radio,

coffee's on

oh you'd

like a month just to lean up on

but this

open road wants to

get you gone

off you go

and it's the same old jar of car keys by the door

the same old scuffed up floor

the same old thirst for more until the put you in the dirt

It's the same old nights alone

the same old "Baby when you coming home?"

to feel the same old joy, oh the same old hurt

same old corduroy shirt

same old corduroy shirt