Billy mocks, Billy walks, Billy was never born. Carrying the hurt Of a mother On a mountain, On a cold. Sun on your lips Just a pinched Wick's end. God was never here Rocking the crib, Shoes already sewn. Billy don’t frown We stay down So you can be alone. Billy mocks, Billy knocks, Billy was never born. Hanging off the moon On a tear, On a scream. Riding cold air In the thieves vale Where dreams begin.
11/18/19 – Sapsucker Woods – Lansing, NY