Maple skin and rosin glue
Waiting for a touch that's new
Sedge and soil beneath the floor
Lock the latch and shut the door
Counting footsteps on the street
Rhythm of the passing beat
Golden sun upon my face
Watching from this attic space
Syllabus of Latin names
Wild oats playing summer games
Root and stem in heavy clay
Waiting for a brighter day
Counting footsteps on the street
Rhythm of the passing beat
Golden sun upon my face
Watching from this attic space
Patience is a heavy vine
Climbing up a rusted line
Silver spruce and cedar bark
Glowing through the early dark
Counting footsteps on the street
Rhythm of the passing beat
Golden sun upon my face
Watching from this attic space
Tension in the tightened wire
Cold as ice and hot as fire
Sifting through the garden grit
Where the yellow crocuses sit
Bending wood and polished shell
Ringing like a copper bell
Counting every heavy stride
Nowhere left for me to hide
Counting footsteps on the street
Rhythm of the passing beat
Golden sun upon my face
Watching from this attic space
Just a piece of attic wood
Standing where the garden stood
One more step
One more step
