Trying - The Weather Station

I am trying, I am trying

Trying not to let words just shake me off

They would slip and be gone just like minnows

Just a silvery flash in the shadows

And I’d be blank like an unlit street sign

On the bank just waiting on my line

Words would go and then I’d be sitting right here on your floor

Loving everything I see and no way to tell you what to look for

Then I’d forget, or have I already forgotten?

All that I love as all the strings that pull me start to tauten

I am trying for what I cannot place

I am trying for some kind of grace