You Are My Face

I remember my mother's sister's husband's brother

Working in the gold mine full time, filling in for sunshine

Filing in the tight lines, ordinary beehives

The door screams I hate you, hate you, hanging around my blue jeans

Why is there no breeze? No currency of leaves? No current through the water wire?

No feelings I can't see. I trust no emotion. I believe in locomotion.

I've turned to rust as we've discussed. Though I must have let you down too many times.

In the dirt and the dust

I have no idea how this happens

All of my maps have been overthrown

Happenstance has changed my plans

So many times my heart has been outgrown

Now everybody's feeling all alone

Can't tell you who I am

When everybody's feeling all alone

Can't tell you who I am

I am looking forward

Towards the shadows tracing bones

Our faces stitched and sewing

Our houses hemmed into homes

Trying to be thankful

Our stories fit in the phones

Our voices lift so easily

A gift given accidentally When we're not sure we're not alone