The Creek Drank the Cradle

Run like a race for family When you hear like you're alone The rusted gears of morning To faceless busy phones We gladly run in circles But the shape we meant to make is gone Love is a tired symphony You hum when you're awake Love is a crying baby Ma

Mother don't worry, I killed the last snake that lived in the creek bed Mother don't worry, I've got some money I saved for the weekend Mother remember being so stern with that girl who was with me? Mother remember the blink of an eye when I breathed

Found your mittens behind a box of pictures You would wear them before I brewed the tea That's one memory I can easily conjure A weary memory I can always see, see Found your rosary broken into pieces Every night, by the bed, you'd kiss the beads Tho