Golden hour hits the mossy green
Brightest flash that I have ever seen
Cypress knees are dipping in the tide
Nowhere left for any ghost to hide
Leather gloves on a cedar floor
Waiting by the open screen door
Black skin resting in the purple haze
Caught inside a humid summer daze
Silver rings on a shaking hand
Walking through the heavy river sand
Bus ticket tucked inside a denim fold
Stories that have never once been told
Leather gloves on a cedar floor
Waiting by the open screen door
Black skin resting in the purple haze
Caught inside a humid summer daze
Viewfinder frames the orange sky
Watch the heavy heron drift on by
Wooden porch is humming with the heat
Listen to the rhythm of the beat
Leather gloves on a cedar floor
Waiting by the open screen door
Black skin resting in the purple haze
Caught inside a humid summer daze
Click the shutter keep the moment still
Climb the ladder reach the highest hill
Deepest blue is bleeding into grey
Wish the midnight wouldn't blow away
Tangled vines and a rusted iron gate
Leave the luggage and the heavy weight
One last snapshot of the bayou view
Something old and something feeling new
Leather gloves on a cedar floor
Waiting by the open screen door
Black skin resting in the purple haze
Caught inside a humid summer daze
Leather on the wood.
Just a snapshot now.
Leather on the wood.
