yellow moon

I can’t be made
to be the one
the one to make things better
been working that
so long I can’t recall
a time before
month old tears
and nothing in my pocket
I wonder what it means
to see it all

to lives before
and I can’t do a thing
about those choices
they’re nipping at my heels
and I can't pay
unsure of my uncertainty
a balance to my worries
gave my body to a preacher
gonna take my sins away

the land is hard
the weeds grow strong
and no one seems to notice
got troubles of their own
they can’t see
who am I to think
there must be something here
I’m missing
the whole world thinks
I’m crazy – I must be

though not the same as anyone
much deeper than they bother
how many times
been broken
just to have myself remade

coming back
taking back
I search the sky for answers
damn that yellow moon
so far from here
spinning wheel
the wind to blow
orchards needing water
the creek's been dry
for nigh on fifty years

burn the barn
unlock the gate
and throw away my apron
take a nickel from the shelf
and I believe
something more
than what the storms are telling
lord I need to feel
the arms of rain