homesick (cowboy blues)

Capo 3

V/C - CG(D), B - CGDEm

after rope burn you learn what anger does to you

so i’ll put my life in rice and wait a month or two

pretty as sorrow, opening bottles with my teeth

misty mornings, liberosis, muddle through

ooh, absently whistling my cowboy blues

and I think the birds are angry with me

there’s a grief that twists and folds like smoke beneath my ribs

and every piece of it all matters, though i cannot stomach it

grief from all my love that no longer has a home with me

and i’ll be okay but i’m still learning

surrendering to change while remembering

i’ve made friends with my altitude sickness

but i’m so tired of being homesick

cold hard facts are never nearly enough for me and my white knuckled folk psychology

what’s that they say?

“always the poet, never the poetry”

and i’ll be okay but i’m still learning

surrendering to change while remembering

i’ve made friends with my altitude sickness

but i’m so tired of being homesick

if i could just feel better… i’m not at home here in my head

existing is exhausting and i’m forgetting how to laugh

so i’ll bite my tongue, close my eyes, and brace for impact

and i’ll land somewhere where the trees don’t look their years

but the concrete’s unforgiving and the rain feels different here

bitterness becomes armour because it seems that i still bruise real easily

resentful and maudlin, but still here.

is that not enough?

because i truly wish that i were anywhere else if i’m honest

and i’ll blame the banff in my blood for my wanderlust

(ooh)

and i’ll be okay but i’m still learning

surrendering to change while remembering

i’ve made friends with my altitude sickness

but i’m so tired of being homesick