Actual Title: Dunno

-by Greg "I'm such a goddamn unbelievable writer, the people I know
leastways that deadbeat loser Shirley want to smack me over and over on the
head they're so whinyass jealous" Brown

-Written circa June, 2005
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morning comes in singing "bringing in the sheaves"--
summer's gone & it's almost harvest time--
bumpercrop of kisses thick as autumn leaves--
when the rhythym's right it leads me to the rhyme--
my left is empty, but i got a full right hand--
walking on air like a hanging man--

friend of mine told me "in life we have a choice-
you can either be a fool or a thief"--
i'm sitting here tonight listening to her voice--
backseat love lead us both to grief--
she loved the woman in me, wanted me to do more than
go walking on air like a hanging man--

i was born a moonchild, i hate how that's all true--
heart torn between the road & home--
sometimes it seems it's all set, & we're just riding
through
& some part of us stays so all alone--
we think we do what we want, we just do what we can, &
go
walking on air like a hanging man--

i could barely see you in the back room of the shack--
the sun was a razor cut bleeding in the west-
our true confessions had left us on our backs--
two little birds were trembling on your chest--
& my heart was turning like a ceiling fan
i was walking on air like a hanging man--

mary burns all night with her robe hanging open
so i can see her holy heart--
she tells me ain't a thing going to be like i was
hoping--
& all i can do is play my part--
one little candle--- ain't that grand--
walking on air like a hanging man----