Cellar Door Murmurs

{warm fingerpicked acoustic guitar intro,

intimate and melancholic}

The clover's green where we once laid

Now it's just dust the tractor made I found your keys in

the kitchen drawer

Hanging like ghosts by the cellar door You spoke of truth like

it was grain Then traded it out for a different reign I'm

standing still in the tall dry grass

Watching the shadow of what was past It's a different kind of

cold when the sun is up

Drinking the bitter from a golden cup You can't unsee the line

in the dirt Or tell where the healing leaves off the hurt

You were the harbor,

you were the gale Now I'm just wind in a tattered sail

Betrayal's a seed that grows in the light Not just a secret

kept in the night

The neighbors wave but I don't look back I'm memorizing every railing

track You kept the house and the porch light on While your

heart was already three fields gone

A man gets used to the shape of a hand Then finds

it's just clay and shifting sand I'm leaving the garden to go

to seed I've got everything that a ghost would need It's a

different kind of cold when the sun is up

Drinking the bitter from a golden cup You can't unsee the line

in the dirt Or tell where the healing leaves off the hurt

You were the harbor,

you were the gale Now I'm just wind in a tattered sail

Betrayal's a seed that grows in the light Not just a secret

kept

in the night

Yeah, just like wind

in a tattered sail

{fading acoustic guitar notes}