Your jeans were torn at the left back pocket You laughed and threw a handful at a rocket (An airplane, high above the pines) I counted every seed like a thousand little signs.
The chorus resolves this tension with a simple, devastating line: "I left the basket on the fence post / For the birds or the ghosts." blackberry song by aleise better
The ditch is full of last year’s leaves The sun is low, it pulls the weeds You handed me a coffee can Said, "Don't fill it too fast, make a plan." Your jeans were torn at the left back