Last night I dreamt I was in The Highlands
The Highlands of Scotland
Alone in Stonehaven
Just one craven man
There I lived between edges
Of where I’m pledging my allegiance
All the prestigious places
Where my feet can bear to stand
Today we pulled apart the deck and
The old rotten planks and
The planks they would crumble
With the slightest pry
Now all that’s left are just some beams and
Rows of bent rusted nails and
All the cigarette butts
She was hiding all her life
And the echo, it circles around my brain
And I can’t keep hold of its chain
But I know it’s bound to be
Coming back to me
We watched the moss-covered stones breathe
Like they’ve been there forever
But they’re just covering concrete
That was sloppily laid
They say the rain is coming Monday
and that it’s gonna last forever
But I know it’ll end on
The day we’re washed away
And the echo, it circles around my brain
But I can’t keep hold of its chain
And I know it’s bound to be
Coming back to me
I dreamt again I was The Highlands
This time The Highlands of Iceland
A volcanic desert
Of ice and stone
And in some backwards meditation
I was inhaled by the horizon
And for the first time in ages
I knew I was home
