South (of America) - Phosphorescent

There’s dogs calling awfully out here

There’s crows with their mouths filled with tears

And there’s black water calling all around where we lay

And i have been sad now too many days

And she would harness my heart if it harnessed that way

So babe, i am going, i am going away

The men are all gorgeous down here

Long and brown like deer

And she’s always arriving in her dark river skirt

Winding holes through the valley

Bending bones in the dirt

Hiding poems i had tossed under blankets of sand

Babe, i am sorry.

i’m sorry i am

It never gets cold way down here

I can live off of watermelons and beer

And i’ll never go hungry;

i will never go home

Never call to my lover, «lover, leave me alone.»

Never harden my heart like some fruit in the snow

But will walk babe (i know this) unnoticed, unknown