Lucy’s

An unfamiliar stage where you'd rather stay
A meditation plan when you sway and sink
I want a fine downtown for the caroler who sounds
Like quiet when the sun goes down

I swear I'll be alright, although Emily's in the sky
She waters the ground with gin, she pours me out
Onto the shadow of her home-state tree
She's not ready to let it be

In awe with the medals you burned for someone's heart
A scene I kept dreaming made me swollen and sharp