Holding Steady

Packing it in and crawling back out
Leaving the city with blood in my mouth
Sun going down, young mist fills the sky
Street kids sit laughing, cold wind in their eyes

It’s not just the bustle or the threat of bad news
The crossroads of borders or the mud in my shoes
The silence that I clung to when I lost control
Love tell me the distance you’re willing to go

Still projecting shadows on the recess of my mind, I'm alright
Still collecting memories of all kinds
Holding steady, reeling from the weight of the marching time

Light on your face in the sand by the sea
The sounds of our children, their paddling feet
I’d remember my mother, and her voice in the yard
The breast that I’d cling to when things came apart

Books collecting dust for every song I couldn’t write, sheets of white
Resurrecting memories from old lines
Holding steady, reeling from the weight of the marching time