Track Insight / Lyrics
The afternoon hangs low and brown
Dust drifts where the daylight sank
A weathered handle waits by town
An empty porch beside the bank
The first hard wind tugged at my seams
And I opened into dreams
Across the porch it pulled me free
Then spun my ribs to catch the light
Wind, wind, turn me inside out
Scatter all my ribs about
Over rooftops, slate, and dust
Carry me where cabin ghosts
A faded porch beneath the eaves
Held one blue thread from your dress
I leaned where winter clipped the leaves
Your laughter rustled through the mesh
Wind, wind, turn me inside out
Scatter all my ribs about
Over rooftops, slate, and dust
Carry me where cabin ghosts
A tin cup rolled across the boards
And chimed the rhythm of your name
I watched the road through silver chords
Till evening settled soft and tame
Wind, wind, turn me inside out
Scatter all my ribs about
Over rooftops, slate, and dust
Carry me where cabin ghosts
The mountain wore its old scars
The river lost its stone
I kept your name beneath the stars
But reached no place it had known
A rusted latch beneath the wall
Still clicks whenever evening cools
No shadow crosses through the hall
No muddy prints return at dusk
Wind, wind, turn me inside out
Scatter all my ribs about
Over rooftops, vanished years
Let me fall among my tears
The rain runs down my silver back
A drop still clings beneath the wood
I turned my shelter inside back
And found the dark felt almost good
