Charm

A telephone wire running through an endless June
A runaway tire that reaches a distant moon
I can’t explain your charm

The fog on the farm and the middle-morning gray
The sun and its harmful and romantic rays
I can’t explain your charm

I can’t explain what I can’t contain
It’s a mystery what it means to me
Got off work today and just drove away

Drawing the path and erasing the path
Calling it quits, I’m restarting it soon
Still can’t believe 23 is a wrap
That’s been on my mind since way back in June
I’m heading for home and I’m burning the bridge
Changing my heart so I’m changing my tune
Always a trip to be done with it
Twelve little gems for the memorable moons
Drawing the path and erasing the path
Calling it quits, I’m restarting it soon
Still can’t believe 24 is a wrap
Off-white guitar and a memorable moon