Track Insight / Lyrics
At dawn I opened, ribs of cane
Rain drummed softly, shook each vein
Beneath Taraxacum's damp feet
Two wet strangers crossed my seam
One thumbprint darkened canvas grain
Her collar brushed the thorny rain
A western boot slipped through the mud
While I kept my seams good
He balanced his cup like a bud
I sheltered all that I could
Come closer, stranger, under me
We make one world, you and me
The eastern sky is turning deep
Don't step beyond my hem
I hold the drought at bay
Till footsteps greet the day
Her bus route vanished in the fog
His compass swung, then stopped
Two empty measures steamed as they walked
Across the road, their footsteps talked
Rain stitched silver through my seam
I stored their names beneath my hem
Westbound cattle shouldered through the gray
A lead calf wandered from their track
Their lowing rolled beneath my tray
A rattling buckle drew them back
Yellow burrs stung my canvas black
The cattle huddled close and fast
Stay closer, traveler, under me
We share one world, you and me
The eastern stars are sinking deep
Watch sunlight creep across my hem
I keep the dust at bay
And shelter what they may
One locust tick inside my switch
Taraxacum turned a silver seed
Two names were pressed in rainwater
Then westward voices pulled again
The station clock begins to glow
A freight horn sounds two notes low
Their shoulders brushed the waking dew
Then dry wind circled through
My empty bowl turned toward the blue
And early birds worked something new
Draw closer, strangers, under me
We make one world, you and me
The dawn is climbing trumpet-high
Gold pours across my hem
I hold the drought at bay
Till both your shadows melt away
First heat climbed my wooden spine
Then basil stirred in cracked red soil
A cup remained beside the shade
I held their names till dusk one day
Tomorrow opens from the clay
