near the tracks where I used to live
the cicadas sang during the day
the night would give it’s little gift
a little quiet, a little less pain
the moon sits heavy in the mist
and I lost my name in it
back where I used to call home
where the river was still and calm
riven by cuts in the land
the splashes sang together a song
and I’d listen alone with my hands
in the water feeling it move
I lost my name in the grooves
back where I used to call home
if there’s ever trouble again
if I ever need to run away
I’ll find my way back to the bend
in the Miami River some day
and watch the sky take the moon in it’s hold
I’ll lose my name in it’s glow
back where I used to call home
