LEIF VOLLEBEKK

IN THE MIDST OF BLUE AND GREEN

It’s time you start packing up
Pack your clothes and your guitar

On the bench, it’s harvest time
Hunched over the danglin’ keys
Got my hands in the ivory earth
I’m working the brass with my feet

Been living by you so long
Does that make it so wrong
That the world that I loved bears your name

It don’t have to be
Don’t go cryin’ to the sea
That my tears are floodin’ over the plain

Don’t think it’s all your fault
I don’t sew the soil with salt
It don’t take years to get over this sort of pain