Drying in the Sun
(Written by Grant Davidson)
Tell me nothing's wrong
Well maybe nothing's right
All those little bugs
Flicker in the light
And all at once I knew
That you'd understand
Some things never change
Somethings never can
And all the words I wrote
Letters in the sand
Footprints on the rug
A message in the wind
Pockets full of thread
A finger poking through
Everything I have
I hold it up to you
A heart that's full of song
A head that's full of doubt
A tune to hum along
And words I can't make out
And outside in the yard
Laundry's almost done
It's swinging on a line
Drying in the sun