Silvery Moon

Soft mountain morning
dryness fills the air
piles of leaves color the forest floor
birds along the flyway stop to rest their wings
I can’t believe we ever wanted more
over in the corner an old Martin guitar
gathers dust and wishes someone played
a coffee percolator, the old fashioned kind
and a feather bed still waiting to be made
You said you’d be coming home real soon
now a check comes in the mail
from a big bank in the city
and I’m sleeping alone beneath our silvery moon

I’ll throw on a jacket
go out for a walk
end up at the café in town
I wonder to myself
“Am I the one you left behind
Or the one who had to choose to stick around”?
You said you’d be coming home real soon
now a check comes in the mail
from a big bank in the city
and I’m sleeping alone beneath our silvery moon

You must have wanted something that they only have out there
but this stillness is my favorite prayers

You said you’d be coming home real soon
now a check comes in the mail
from a big bank in the city
and I’m sleeping alone beneath our silvery moon