I'm heading out west,
got some tending to do
there.
wrap my wrists
in bracelets and time,
otherwise I don't know how I'd find my way back.
my strong hands
are still
needed here.
for the long run,
and wrung knecks,
mistakes indeed make us rich.
I'm glad I am cut-flying over Denver especially,
and Kansas and Kentucky,
because of promises in smiles and shame.
I'll bring the winter back with me,
mama don't you cry,
tomorrow ain't gonna die despite how hard I tried.