I trip on the wire
At the county line
Slip falling back
Through time
How
Do I Make my way through
To get back to you.
This is the last place I remember
Feeling good
Naked lying in the basket sent from heaven
Beneath the deep
Dark and quiet night sky
I'm caught in branches
Of brambled bones
I knew gone out alone
Stung by the nettle patch un-grown
But if I scream
And say it all out loud
Would you come
To the nettle patch overgrown
Before I'm a ghost
Show me what is real
Beyond the county lines
You are the last face
I remember
Beyond the fear dread and doubt
By my side a whisper to forever
Spoke to me so quietly
Beyond the county lines