The Weather Station
Trying
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