Temple Ripple

They don't save what you want
When you want them to
They don't write, they don't call
Make you comfortable
Feeling wrong, feeling raw
Feeling sawn in two

I saw you on your way
Lashing out at the fabric of the day
With spots of thorns and clay
Shrieking loud, but the roots won't have a say

A blessing on my mind
The style is kind
And thick the rind

I could have seen the people fall, but Temple

Springdale, brookside
By a chinquapin
Indy whale, tougher hide
In this boat I'm in
Scream and wail, smile wide
You don't know where you've been

Our halt will not be long
See us pass like the fragment of a song
By all the yearly wrong
Youth subsides but the oak is standing strong

Oh won't you shelter me
You may just be
My only plea

Ay, me I'd never stand at all, but Temple

But Temple

Tough tar, tough sound
It's a single road
Gone far, gone found
All invasive woad
From the bar, to the ground
They have fought off the goad

Too soon, moon days
On a city fair
Late June, low haze
Moving in the air
All the ray, all the ways
All the things that we share

The town in salt and fire
City's gone and the tyrant plays the lyre
Accents clear and dire
Biggest branches burning on the pyre

It's what I never saw
The absent law
The leering maw

It must be every man is straw, but Temple