From the recording Unindicted Coconspirators
Lyrics
Alone I drive the lazy roads that line the Lost Coast
At home among the broken things at the end of the world
Sand grains prove that even mountains crumble
Your memory will turn to dust, reduced to moments that fade
I will be light as a feather someday
Free as a bird bourn by the wind
Sunday morning we blare Zeppelin as we adventure
You taste like strawberries when I kiss you
Kneeling in the hush of a redwood cathedral
You whisper the meaning to me of the ravens as they mock us
I will be light as a feather someday
Free as a bird bourn by the wind
The fog rolls in and obscures your face, but I feel you near
Like the Holy Ghost I cannot touch, but somehow close
Your love is a hymn to me, this Sunday morning
Alone I hug these desolate curves, a lost and broken thing
I will be light as a feather someday
Free as a bird bourn by the wind