Borrow Yourself

whatever the ravens overheard

they won’t let me forget it

truth and beauty of faded summer whispers

loud and near in quadrophonic cuts

that’s the good news

If it’s too much to be yourself

borrow yourself someone else

one of these things is just like the other

a second chance D# G A# G A# D#

quite behind the song

dry season

you're what you thrist

water for the horses

water from my eyes

water in the basement

chaser on the side

Marie is tending sheep on the hillside