Familiar Ground
Maybe it's a lost cause,
flirting with a hope
Put to a full pause,
a lesson learned to cope
if someone's missing,
they may not want to be found
It's best to leave it prodigal,
and find your familiar ground
Staring down the corridor
a season or a phase
Love takes a darker form
a sick but sweet malaise
Poison or medicine
the doctor won't compound
the stuff is much dangerous
best find your familiar ground
Crystal never was my gal,
never matched her speed
The pilgrims down on her path
always want more than they need.
Marianne told me the truth,
the detective phoned the pound,
I hoped to find the stray dog there
that lost his familiar ground
Well outside the range,
no service to make calls
Between the desert sparks,
and just past the canyon walls
The lady of the lake
said Galahad's not around
and when I asked her about you,
said you left for familiar ground.
An overstayed welcome
struck away my sense
Broke down the bars of steel
and the chains of providence
was it all fruitless?
I should have been homebound,
but then a stranger asked my name,
and what I called familiar ground.
A year's worth of reconcile
burns at the devil's pace
Hope when you left Panama,
you did so with grace
if someone's missing
they may not want to be found
best to leave it prodigal,
and find your familiar ground.
Writer/s: John Calvin Abney
