Clay Slip

Clay slip dawning on me
Virtue cabin vested interest to reply
Turn the knocking into your song on the door we broke down

It was only a matter of time
Something sacred in the hallway
The comb in your hair falling
Now the resting is so simple taken over like a child

It was the body that we never shared
It was the collarbone of Jesus
Who would believe it could be so mundane to sleep the night away just dreaming

I heard the rocks descend to water
Goblets broken by the fireside
Laughter-tears out on the road, that touch will always be remembered

The way you looked over your shoulder
Accomplished much of what the gold rush bailed
Where is the watchtower, the shoreline, the body that we now remove
to follow all away?

It was only a matter of time
Something sacred in the hallway
The comb in your hair falling
Now the resting is so simple taken over like a child

Clay slip dawning on me.

(Lyrics and music 2003 by Bruce Haedt. Original tracks recorded in Auburn, WA 2004)