Church of the Pines

Spring, spring... flowers blossom and bloom
 Squirrel, squirrel... jump down onto my roof
 Sparrow, Cardinal, hummingbird
 Redwood, holly tree, juniper.
 The service moves slowly through the hills
 Faint sound of the highway
 Night sets on the church of pines
 Ending the day, they laid down to rest
 From my room, I look at the street
 And see the youths passing along
 While I unwind, head in a song
 And in my bed, I play the guitar
 I loosen the strings till I find a tone
 And if it don't come... then I put it down
 Howl, howl... dogs of the neighborhood
 Moon glow, over the gravestones
 Dense vines, strangle the black oaks
 The lamp light, the fallen fence posts
 The sun rises over the tree line.
 With welcoming morning light
 Day sets on the church of pines
 One day we'll all... be laid to rest
 From the hills I look up at stars
 And feel the darkness swell like a bruise
 And in my head, I'm playing with words
 I scramble and strain to find the right ones
 Sometimes there are none
 Sometimes they don't come