Ink and Grief

Kevin Russell
I want to sing you a song I wrote with ink and grief
that runs at you like a dog but falls just like a leaf
Dare to dance if you can gamble on guitar
How the strings catch the strum stretched between the scars

Don’t leave me alone with the laughter in the car
without the keys to the reprise of a steel guitar
When love is gone we carry on this way

Preacher drunk on morning light, ink upon the page
poverty of birdsong cleaning the cage
When he sings the feeling moves all around the room
it’s then we learn maybe what it’s like to grieve as we croon

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