Lyrics

Well, an early summer rain just came And flooded out the old French drains And broke the clock, now the tick tock stops When the red bird pulls the chain Me, I'm locked inside today Watch another baseball game The pitcher to the catcher To the pitcher and back again The sun burns through in blurry blue The cookbooks stacked beneath my shoe The kid's asleep, my soul I keep Like a spoon beside a spoon But I woke up so late this time My liver wrapped around my spinе And that damn song in my head If it's not yours, well I guess it's minе I noticed up in the clouds today A box of old electric trains And I went back to Christmas morning Nothing much had changed Go trace the locust branch up there Just past the ridge and you'll see, I swear The eagle we think's your grandma Drawing circles in the air Remind me child your middle name It's up there in that picture frame Your mother lost her mother So her brothers hold the flame Well my mom lost her parents young too The pictures in the powder room That smudgy smile, oh trust me child It looks a lot like you Now the dog's out in the doghouse And I swear that I'm still here Drawing little circles around your ear Hell, when I was just about your age I drove across those fruited plains I flipped the Ford, but thank the Lord The boys all walked away Me and Matt when out that night Sang drunk beneath the cowboy lights 'Cause I want to know what love is Even when the pitch ain't right See I used to be a pitcher too Right past 'em my old fastball flew My blistered fingers clutching To the stitching as I threw Stod there chewing on my thumb Wrote stories in my lucky glove The ballpoint blue so smooth I drew The shapes the words become But now flowers fill the ball field But my secret's in the sand And I'm drawing little circles on your hand