Little Heart - Delaney Davidson

Little Heart, go Slow

I’m already here, you know

Over the lake you see the wind blow

Through the trees and through the snow

Winter comes around

The heart gets slow, the senses all shut down

Resistance in the coil

The teacup waits as the water starts to boil

Live according to the season

In the home where I was born

Things they gotta have a reason

The sun don’t come before the dawn

The little man must go

You choke the business down, the river thick and slow

A dirty meddling hand

WiIl drive the value down and buy up all the land

See the head the head is floating

The body sits there all alone

Grandpa see the world is changing

Your little boy has left the home