Church of the Pines

Spring, spring, flowers blossom and bloom
Squirrel, squirrel, jump down onto my roof
Sparrow, cardinal, hummingbird
Redwood, holly tree, juniper

A service moves slowly through the hills
Faint sound of the highway
Night sets on the Church of the Pines
Ending the day, they laid them to rest

From my room, I look at the street
And see the youth passing along
While I unwind, head in a song
And in my bed, I play the guitar
I loosen the strings 'til 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 oak
The lamp light
The falling fence post

A sun rises over the tree line
With welcoming morning light
Day sets on the Church of the Pines
One day we'll all be laid to rest

From the hills I look at the stars
I 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