Every summer, another reason to shake up the days.
Leaves are clinging to their branches,
and you just can't get away.
You try to fight with nature and you suffer the same.
Your try to fight with God but call your son by your name.
You're a sister and a daughter,
but only barely for the past thirty days.
We're chasing shadows of our bodies,
all that potential keeps getting away
I'm a brother with a cancer that seems to spread when I stay.
I should just keep moving,
its such a long way away.
I asked you what I'm good for,
"its not the money", you laughed.
There's a lump in your throat,
you tried to clear it but you just gave it back.
We hang on to the albums and vinyl single tracks.
We're learning about the future
and how to get it all back.
Every Winter, late December we remember to pray,
but Jesus only comes if you do everyday.
I unwrapped your presence underneath the tree
of a broken home,
and hardly noticed memories.
My roots are in the earth and my feet, on the ground.
You were standing with a smile and your hand on my mouth.
Its like there only was the present,
you said, "it doesn't matter where we stay".
"So long as we just keep moving,
its such a trip,
such a long ways away..."