in the alright evenings

So if anyone should ask, tell them I’ve been lickin’ coconut skins, and we’ve been hangin’ out, tell them God just dropped by to forgive our sins, and relieve us our doubt.  La la la la la lie, la la la la la la lie.

On the backporch of America, where noisy night light bugs fly and bright the dark blue yawning sky, we sing songs into the sound, crouched into our chairs concentrated.  On the tail-end of the hottest southern summer day, the after-humid rain, the magical dusk calm that follows.  Where once we were all strangers, and still are, but sharing something unsaid in the ever-evening.  Like seeing that everyman has his instrument, and every woman has her own, and that it all comes from the same place eventually.

Knowing that every workaday heart has it's doubts, thoughts that maybe the perfect life has flown coop.  That what happened to the dreaming tree, to the life ideal imagined, before your nose?  For certain there is a proper respect, a necessary grievance, for what's already been sung... but out of which seeds the maturity, the lesson learned, to recognize the moment while the light bug flashing lasts.

So if at all we are considered, consider us this lesson learned.  And it's why we’re still here, late,  laughing awake, and smoking chimney’s:  to put some fire up your ass.  Heard you were living normal life is when somebody's got to ask have you been kicking coconut skins?  And have you been hangin’ out?  Because God just dropped by to forgive our sins, and turn us inside out.  With youth anthems, and at-home hymns, and getting-younger-till-it-ends songs. Give your mother apple pie, and the father cloudless sky.  And know that it all returns to the same place eventually songs.

Underneath the Hickory trees where the antelope roam, underneath the milky galaxy where the ant hill home, underneath our fire faces gladly be, underneath strong meals and constellation-wheels - this is where you simply find me.  And so if anyone should ask (and especially the girl from the north country), tell them I’ve been fixing everything we did wrong.  Because I know you human tried, know we ordained to say goodbye, but I forgive your pretty face for to love you like a child.