Tangle in This Trampled Wheat

And so many days of longing now-- Why should it ever be this far? Where I get frightened; I could never gather birds enough to carry 'round your Part. But I see traces of your thoughts out here. I see a sight; I hear a sound. I only comfort in the brittleness of days when I can Hold what I just found. In the untired eyes of the laughing child, And the dirtiest sweater he owns. Early sun warmed mine, And all those life-like sins That will pull out the memories to show. I'm not leavin' alone; I'm not leavin' alone. If just that weather-beatin' plane was here-- Haven't seen it since I came. Can only wonder if it's near or in the skies When this damn city sounds the same. And sometimes I'm just a tangle in this trampled wheat. Shirk a-like a losing dog. If just tonight that I could be where you are near And just forget where I am lost. In the untired eyes of the laughing child, And the dirtiest sweater he owns. Early sun warmed mine, And all those life-like sins That will pull out the memories to show. I'm not leavin' alone; I'm not leavin' alone. --- Tangle in This Trampled Wheat - The Tallest Man on Earth