Can't be atlas any longer
I can't hold up the sky tonight
I can't sing the world a lullaby
Or, kiss the emptiness goodnight

I wish like milkweed in the sunlight
The wind would hollow me a place in life
Thinking about me thinking about you
As if i could come
To some kind of simple truth

Let it fall, down
I'd write a song
But would it make sense in the morning?

Cradled in a prayer of the mountains
November bares the bones of all things
The trees are naked on the horizon line
And i lose the myths that i've been hiding in

Winding home by the river
Sweet elusive lover
Between the fire and the pleiades
Darkness falls
And i curl warm around this dream