Sunset Hunting

I'm going sunset hunting I can't stand the thought the world is going on without me I stay low to the ground inside myself In the pink glow, a hawk flies low above my home The pain: I'm resigned to it now I've come to accept it's for me This pain. This agony. This country road Gonna pass it on to you Passing by Jimmy's Asleep in his truck How can winter light be golden when Everything else is dead? How can there be life inside me And then death? Where is my gold? And how do I hold onto it? There's not another soul around Still, I go hunting for something And this cold season is alive With the warmest glow And I know, I know it's possible I will collect color I will face the grave and come up smiling And turn my face to the new day One day, we all come to it And I will be a mother I will feel the pain rippling and It will leave, like lightning And something will be left standing