Blood of the Forgotten Song - Joe Henry

We talked the sun down

From off its high ledge

And it left us alone in the dark-

Feeling our way

By the thread of our veins

That speak of our quickening hearts

The days fall and break like promises made

By those that claim never to change

But lives are made whole from the ones come undone at our feet that we rearrange

By morning there will be smoke in this room and shouts in the street before long

Our future writ out on the walls of the past in the blood of the forgotten song

Delores stands tall

At her father’s arm

His hand disappeared at her side

Their faces opposed

Like jacks on a card

In a picture when she was a bride;

And love but a ghost rode up from the shore where dreams run away with the sea

And leave us to fade in the heat of a shade moving slowly as your eyes to me

Oh how can you tell me

What you’ve come to know

Oh how will I ever shake free

Of what I’ve assumed

From the shape of these rooms

About all that we ever might be?

There’s nothing divine in the marking of time for it slips every frame we intend

A river above us, it laughs at and loves us, confusing our beginnings and ends