Up in the Pine

I've taken to lying my head below my heart
And using my hands to cover my open mouth
'Cause I could feel my front porch
And I could sense red blood moving around
There was a subtlety in the calm
You came suddenly and then you were gone

What was it that made you forget to brace your fall?
Was it the third disappearance toward the beaten wall?
Now with you up in the pine
I can see your life unfolding itself
What is the nature that is hindering my love?
There is some dirt and there is digging to be done