Pine for the Cedar - Dan Mangan

she might be wearing a green chemise and a hat that she bought ’cause it matches her jeans and the water she drinks, well it comes from the stream by the house she might win in that hospital lottery. and i might be stumbling and cursing them all when she picks me up from the place that we both call disaster relief, for the rent must be paid by the first of the month, or in my case fifteenth. this is good. but as far as i can tell, it’s still heavy as hell when it’s good. and i do like the road but i’d be better at home, i will pine for the oak streets, pine for the cedars and you. bean around, i suppose, i have chatted and chewed, i have lugg’d my guitar to the nice cafe blues and when i come home i am coming home to this street and these avenues. this is good. but as far as i can tell, it’s still heavy as hell when it’s good. and i do like the road but i’d be better at home, i will pine for the oak streets, pine for the cedars and you.