Raw Wood

One day the paint will be stripped right off
Your pretty veneer
And you can bet for sure
Raw wood never looked so good
One day the pain
Will pass on from me to you
It will then be clear
If it’s really true:
I’ve moved on
I set up camp in the woods
Where the trail falls off for good
I set up in wildcat camp
Just me and the owls and the bats
In the deep dark woods
Alone with my fears
Under the jackpine
The sky was galvanized
My house is a mess
The kind you keep
When you don’t have guests
One day I’ll fix it right
Because raw wood never looked so good