Night Shift

I work the night shift these days
and when I come home to my bed
on the edge, far removed..
from anything that's ever stirred my soul
where's the time, tomorrow take's it's hold

early weekends with my son
charge the phone and check the mail
a hopeful heart, no reason at all
it's all just junk- close the lid again
raise the flag, send it back from where it came

I'm taking a week, gotta get out of town
I'm going back home
packing the car, bringing my boy and this old guitar
down through the redwoods with light so thick you can touch it
the ocean heals, brings me to my knees
oh god I need this.

Reach down deep inside
recover what's not dead
stoke the ashen floor
till little embers glow again
in my heart

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