Mockingbird

Well, I should be in Crystal City, with HR drinking coffee
Down at Bee s Golden Bull, absorbing what he offers me
Clinging fast to every word, a scripture for life in immortals terms
A shout able story, spoken in very soft tones
That s alright now Momma, it s just the miles I swear
Please don t stop your letters and your prayers
That s alright now Momma, don t you cry for me
I m that mockingbird who is singing in your tree
Well I remember the words that Toby said, when we visited the spot where they
lay Joel to rest
Out in the rocks and dirt of that brown cemetery
He said, I ve dealt with droughts since my very first breath and I ll be damned
if I ll do it in death
When I die I wanna be buried where the grass is green
That s alright now Momma, it s just the miles I swear
Please don t stop your letters and your prayers
That s alright now Momma, don t you cry for me
I m that mockingbird who is singing in your tree
God Bless me Mary Guadalupe, from your bath-tub shrine
It s been so long since my last confession, I don t know if we ve time
Maybe if I drive by each day and shout five confessions as I pass each way
In thirty years or so maybe we ll be catching up
That s alright now Momma, it s just the miles I swear
I am living off of your letters and your prayers
Don t you toss and turn while napping, your boy s out here trying to make it
happen
I just get a little worried sometimes over bigger things
That s alright now Momma, don t you weep for me
I m that mockingbird who is singing in your tree
Well, I should be in Crystal City