Pale Song

A shawl and a fire
A fire and a cave
The night has many fingers
The night cannot be traced
The past is like a sign
A sign that never talks
A sign you think you've lived
But it's just stone with a little chalk

Pale and out, thinking how
I could be there, but here now
Cry it loud, silent boy
All you've been a lazy ploy

Seven in the ground
I put them there myself
Well, soil holds a mouth
Momma, I'll join them in my mound
And the day is likely 'round
So don't reach for the sun
Yeah, you might like getting hot
But you won't like getting spun

Pale and out, thinking how
I could be there, but here now
Cry it loud, silent boy
All you've been a lazy ploy

Give it up, piling high
Crying crowds with weathered eyes
Cut them down, you see them there
And you're a scythe with little care