From the recording Cleaning Up My Act

Contemplations from my basement in Greensboro, North Carolina.

Lyrics

When you come back for me I’ll be waiting
When you descend I’ll be the one who’s jumping toward the sky
When you return to sing and make the forests laugh in echo
When you come back I’ll be here waiting

Where is the green and warmth of summer?
My body’s whipped like shocks of rye chastened by the winter wind
Mind is muddy and cold like the creek that drains the stubblefield
When the pond is frozen over

I’m an abandoned farmhouse—empty
Petty greed and jealousy like kudzu climbing over me
Once they laughed and cried inside but now they’ve died—it’s quiet
Screen door slaps against the frame

I’ll wait for you
I want you to come to me
I can’t come to you

When you congratulate the losers
When you leap off your cloud to celebrate the helpless child
When you reach out and dry the grieving eyes stained red with crying
I will remember all your kindness

I’ll wait for you
I want you to come to me
I can’t come to you

When you come back for me I’ll be ready
Plummet through the atmosphere, I’ll stir at your first cry
Tensing muscles raise my arms in two-fisted shouts of satisfaction
Plant your feet in bloodstained soil