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Divining Rods


He got a ride out of town in the winter of his 19th year,
kept coming back like a drunk man to his beer.
His mother loved him hardest, she just didn't quite understand
how some things can only make sense to the hands.
Who would have guessed we would both end up like this-
In the borderlands between loneliness and the state of bliss?
Well, on my back I carry my memories, my rights and wrongs,
like one of those women in one of his old songs
(and I sing along)


When we lay ourselves down tonight,
like divining rods, we'll bend toward each other,
curving up like a leaf growing thirsty in the summer,
and bending like a branch will always reach for the water


Just never say that things couldn't get much worse.
most things turn out to be both a blessing and a curse.
It's a life few know, and I can't begin explaining-
I can only fall in love when the darkened sky is raining.
And maybe that's why now it all seems like such a blur,
but I'd be waiting still if I'd waited till I was really sure.
On my back I carry my memories my rights and wrongs,
like one of those women in one of your old songs
(and you know I sing along)

 

When we lay ourselves down tonight,
like divining rods, we'll bend toward each other,
curving up like a leaf growing thirsty in the summer,
and bending like a branch will always reach for the water


And when I lay myself down tonight, tonight,
like a divining rod, I will bend toward him,
reaching like a branch will always reach for the water,
and find it with its one dying stem
and find it with its one dying stem...

 

[lyrics © 2003 Abby Lane]


Reach for the Water. 2004.


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