We went up the mountain 

Last Friday night 

All of the animals 

Were out in plain sight 

They didn’t bid us to follow them 

They didn’t hiss us away 

No, to us, my love 

They had nothing to say 

And while you saw the tremor 

And you saw the wings 

You saw the glistening white teeth 

I was busy with things in my mind 

Things that I tend to 

As though to survive 

I’m not proud I was asking you 

Do you dim yourself down? 

Do you say terrible things about me 

When I’m not around?

You sweep a hand through the clearing 

Say can’t you see? 

There ain’t anything threatening you here 

Least of all me

Put your life on the easel

There, right next to mine 

We ain’t living like weasels 

We don’t have the time, never will 

All of the creatures made for the dark woods 

Whooping, that’s what I heard 

What if the easel fell over 

And the paintings were burned to a crisp? 

Nights like these I can’t quite tell 

A fear from a wish

Midnight in June 

Moonlight sweeping the room

Song of the loon 

Alone here and talking to you

And tonight I can’t sleep 

A thought keeps on wrestling with me

I want to play with it 

Cradle it  

Say

Love come to me 

If I am ready 

To surrender 

I have worked hard 

Protecting my heart 

And I am tired

Give me a clue 

Won’t you send me a tune?

Could it be 

Things have been changing for me?

And tonight I’ll get no rest 

A thought is sitting on my chest

I want to play with it 

Cradle it  

Say

I can tell you 

No strawberry moon 

Has ever been wasted 

If it brought us here 

And berries, my dear 

They want to be tasted

You ask me what I'm thinking of 

Immediately know because 

I laugh and the way that I laugh means

It's something about you 

The shimmer this days has 

River to swim through 

It's true, it's kind of funny 

Take my hand and run me to the shore 

Dune grass cool wind blows 

I know what I didn't know before 

Press the palm-size rock to your mouth 

Its brighter colors pour right out 

The view in the morning rain  

Welcomes us like no painting 

Bright green, vibrant gray and everything pulsating 

Four hundred million years opened wide and no waiting 

Rocks you keep in your car door 

Have traveled through far more than your life 

Windows down, you sing along 

I don't think I've heard this song before

Windows down, you sing along 

I don't think I've heard this song before

Bitten by a spring bug
It gets me every time
This year I'm on my own
And the buzz is all mine

When it starts getting fun
Its poison makes my blood rush
Past lives walk by and I blush
They ask to sit

I try leaving fast enough to outrun them
Remember that's a bad plan
Their thing, not mine
I can't decline

Stay just a little longer
Don't be none the wiser
And hey, as long as you don't keep me up at night It's easy
You can have one on me

Tell me "That's right:
It all counts,
The evasions
Every procrastination
After all"

Run down the same streets
I did last time it bit me
And time would act all funny
And I'd stand so still

For all its pauses
Time will buckle down and pass me
This spring's already a memory
And I should leave
Until I go

Stay just a little longer
So that I could never
Say "I could live without you"
Now all that I want to do is within you