If you see me trying
then there's nothing more that you can do
If you catch me trying
then I'll try my hardest to blame you
It's the same damn thing
that we've all heard before
That trite and true
that you want to ignore
It gets caught up in the throat
and makes the heart a little sore
How about instead of choke
you just try opening the door
When I want to change
I rearrange the living room
Tear the cobwebs from the ceiling
with an old, rotten broom
that I bought when I was younger
and I moved out on my own
in an efficiency apartment that I called my home
With the banks of snow in winter
on the old windowsills
painted shut and made of splinters
all the cold drafts I'd feel
And, the lovers, I remember
what we had we thought was real
Love is not for the beginner
it's a mountain not a hill
It's the challenge we all face
when we're forced to recollect
on how we hurt each other
just to save our own necks
to preserve a way of living
that we say we wanted
walls so weak that they cry
when they are confronted
But, I still remember
where I found my soul
In a tall field full of stickers
I thought it was gold
But, it wasn't, I was better
and full of stories untold
Hell, I thought I'd
died for forever
until I found out
that I could grow
The latest from Jim Lauderdale is exclusive to Bandcamp, its songs drawing on bluegrass, country, and classic American music. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 28, 2020