[ Featuring Arrows ]
Tired and weak down at Drowning Creek
No sense of direction
Water curls black like tea
With the sugar resurrection
Yesterday a bird came in the house
Clung to the curtains his inside out
Inside out
Inside out
I should have seen the signs in the sandhill pines
A fine print family tree
Among the switchbacks and property lines
Crowd of cypress knees
Am I doing the right thing
As I mimic and sing
Inside out
Inside out
Inside out
Inside out
The sleeping porch lies and waits
While the storm breaths and hesitates
Lashes out like a child
Flashing looks worn and wild
Inside out
Inside out
Inside out
Inside out
Inside out
