The River

something scurried along the fence
 and there's something else that can not rest
 how unsettling is this cold
 and we will do to keep warm
 all the squirrels turn into mice
 a different year a different vice
 i dream of a river when i'm thirsty in my sleep
 mind over scattered papers to my knees
 and they keep coming to finish what i started
 in a year overgrown with don'ts and dew
 i'll bury things here i will not move
 i won't tell a soul will you
 and you'll water this earth when i'm blue
 i'll bury my heart here too
 this frozen dirt needs tending to
 i dream of a river when i'm thirsty in my sleep
 mind over scattered papers to my knees
 and they keep coming to finish what i started
 (bridge) sweep, sweep my words for lines i haven't heard
 clear the roads for people i haven't known
 i am not your stepping stone
 i dream of a river when i'm thirsty in my sleep
 mind over scattered papers to my knees
 and they keep coming to finish what i started