Travis Picked Americana wishing to be as good as John Prine

January Sunrise

footprints

i find my footsteps so inviting when they carry me from harm
i’ve been looking for someone inside me who can hold me in their arms
and grown awful used to sick of fighting when there’s nothing to forgive
the truth is so much less exciting: now i hide from what i’ve hid

the light warms the leaves
a coming storm is all i see
the dirt holds my feet
a quiet place is all i need

i used to climb along the mountains for the secrets they would bring
surrendering to my surroundings, would they tremble when i sing?
but i left it all upon the shelf where the dust can calcify
running towards some “better self” without seeing eye to eye

the light warms the leaves
a distant storm is all i see
the dirt holds my feet
a quiet place is all i need

a steady stream to hold my hand
the patience of an aging man
another branch grows on the tree
there’s a quiet boy inside a car 
who’d give his life for shooting stars
a beating heart is all he needs 

i find my footsteps so inviting as we walk along the stream
giving life to one beside me who is not too old to dream

the light warms the leaves
a fading storm is all i see
the dirt holds my feet
a beating heart is all i need

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MoranT

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