Just Get Here

If I was a crow I'd fly the roads that wind between these places
Over back lanes and weathervanes where creeks have left their traces
Fruit trees planted long ago still bloom every other season
The fence won't keep the rabbits out, the gate's always open for some damn reason

Follow and trace the coastline to a place that's worn and storied
At the end of their chain the Great Lakes drain Into the old St. Lawrence
Ah, we've held a party or two, slept a million dreamers
Who woke to find the coffee on
Though the smoke is gone, the poetry lingers

If you're too tucked away, and you can't see the sun
If you've something to say, but you ain't got no-one
Whatever you do, if you have to
Ah, use your thumb, just get here, just come

If you come out at night, you'll see the light, and where to make the turnoff
But do call ahead, we might be in bed, or writing with our clothes off
Writing on the wallpaper, writing on the wood
The poets die, a lullaby still whispers faintly in the room

If you're too tucked away, and you can't see the sun
If you've something to say, but you ain't got no-one
Whatever you do, if you have to
Ah, use your thumb, just get here, just come

If you're too tucked away, and you can't see the sun
If you've something to say, but you ain't got no-one
If your hands are getting cold, you don't know what you've become

If I was a crow I'd fly the roads that wind between these places
Where poems were read and hungers fed and hearts were warm and gracious
Did we keep a guest book somewhere, or are the records fading?
We'll make a vow to start one now, there is still time, but it's not waiting