I Will Call from Where I Land
Let me stray or buckle as I stand.
Hold me up in your right hand.
I was only eighteen then,
I will call from where I land.
Nothing as warm as balsam on the bow.
Think of me as I am now.
Drink my lonely eyes like wine.
Let me go before my time.
I guess that all the unborn blades
breach beneath the everglades.
Light my wandering way again,
I will call from where I land.
Turn my way, watch me as I fade,
there was nothing left to say.
I was just a speck by then,
I could fit inside your hand.
Autor(es): Rob Brinkmann, Sam Frankl
