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Safer in the Forest - Love Song for Poor MichiganI've been watching a slow thaw come aroundI've been waiting in the cold and hazy blue I've been driving alone out to the edge of town I've been thinking too much of you Last snowfall left splinters and some winters never end Neither wane nor wear And sunshine is like lovers and some summers just pretend Only warm the air It's that I'm tired of the feeling here It's too near to death, it's too jobless year-round It's not the weather in the city or the highway moan Not the streets or the buildings, neither wooden nor stone Every reason to leave this place behind, why I should be alone Are made of flesh and bone I've been thinking of exile I've been thinking hit the highway and head up North I've been thinking cross the bridge and don't turn back The only warmth is a warmth alone He packed up, took 75 northbound to a brand new life and Waved goodbye to the world in the rearview mirror Saw it clearer in hindsight The shape of its skyline traced in a flame from the windows ablaze The people restless and the streetlights glowing like Many beacons in the sea or like a lantern lit For the ones still lost out in the dead of the night Like lightning striking darkness once, no thunder, no pain Have you ever watched a slow thaw come around? Have you waited in the cold and hazy blue? There's an airport there out near the edge of town I've been thinking too much of you Settled in that still forest like another phantom Or another shadow cast by choice A noiseless chorus blows through the leaves and trees And brings a peace at last From a place where the song kept changing Just when he was starting to get it. When he was starting to trust there'd be a day He'd find a way to keep the rust at-bay There'd be a day he'd find a hum to help him muffle the past Like thunder underwater, he hears it fading And feels no pain at all To a Boring, Desperate City It's been weeks since I've been around you Has the fear begun to fade away like sunlight When it sinks into the lake? Are they now building up, or breaking down And boarding up the fronts? Has the whole town been foreclosed now? And what happened to those youthful dreams Sunk deep in the river weak? Or got tangled up in weeds or else they're stumbling drunk On Wealthy Street? Or making plans to leave? I need to leave. I can't marry this place I won't bury the past. I just need a change of scenery I will hold these old streets sweetly in my head like her And I will praise their bravery always till the end Let tongues confess the plague of joblessness A temporary illness Let us wave their flag from there to here then over And again and let us hope for better things Though we may not ever get them We will rise again from ashes one day Until then, just roll me away I need to leave but swear I will carry you in me until the end So, Tuebor, my home! Your desperate friend |