Mardi Gras Beads

It’s sad our goodbyes sound nostalgic
Your chords swung me from an ol' holler tree
I’m living like a vagabond that just can’t decide when to leave
With roots are in the rhythm to my mood, it swings
I found, even is impossible to keep
Everyday starting up a balance beam
Still, you’re steady with me always carrying the melody
Smiling all the while the paint chips off of my mala prayer beads
It’s the images, contained, not the lens or frames
Recalled to my mind before I fall asleep
A list of regrets is no place to be
I’m coming in late but I’ll never modulate us to the minor key
Smiling all the while the paint chips off of my Mardi Gras beads