Brown Dirt

Can I light a match

To scorch away the snow mounts

Creek bad veins

Can I light a match

To scorch away the snow mounts

Creek bad veins

She goes away

Flows from me

Too freely

She goes away

Flows from me

Too freely

I am brown dirt

Left upon the shore

Where boats they once came

To leave what now remains

I am brown dirt

Left upon the shore

Where boats they once came

To leave what now remains

And I am here

I am here

I came into it but real soon

Go to find some other tree bark

To unfold another concrete block

To sit on for a while

She goes away

Flows from me

Too freely

She goes away

Flows from me

Too freely

I am brown dirt

Left upon the shore

Where boats they once came

To leave what now remains

I am brown dirt

Left upon the shore

Where boats they once came

To leave what now remains

And I am here

I am here

I came into it but, will soon

Go to find some other tree bark

To unfold another concrete block

To sit on for a while

Until the days are done

The days are done

The days are done

Until the days are done

The days are done

The days are done

Until the days are done

The days are done...

The days are done

The days are done