Wildwood (demo) - St. South
Three weeks ago, my acoustic guitar broke. So I picked up my old classical guitar from my parents house, re-strung it, and wrote this diddy.
I WILL finish it!
I wear this pack on my back through the woods.
As I left where I stood, a man.
Something angers the tips of my toes,
as my fingers, they froze in your hands.
My mother, a mess, as I lift Autumn’s dress,
and search for your knees in the trees.
Those torn little knees, always falling from trees.
Singing, “please won’t you come back to me”.
I yell at your reason, I kick up a fuss,
You’re my blood, won’t you fix this loss.
You say, listen wise one, your words aren’t enough,
You know we can’t afford to lose another love.
© St. South