Ballad Of The Pines - Jonathan Wilson

Looking for a reason not to stay drunk

All the time

Fell my way through the creases

Of those wrinkled linen sheets

Of time

You wondered off to Mexico

Leaving late no one know you flown

It was the moment I made a truce

Between the feather and goose

Come back speaking Spanish

I don’t mind

Sky water running off the mountain

Sliding through the light of dusty souls

The feel of what our grows asking the beetle

Of the lonely mocking bird

When you’re running off with money man

We all knew there would be no return

That was the moment when the breeze

Stashed across the wicked sees

And came back as the ballad of the pines

Sing it with me if your heart is broken

This is the ballad of the pines

Sing it with me if you’re filled with joy

For this is the ballad of the pines

Sing it with your best friends sing it to you

The ballad of the pines

They are scared and their like temples sing it to them

The ballad of the pines