The Closer That I Come

from Nothing by Thanksgiving



The closer that I come to the place you’re said to be
The more that voice extends, the more I am not me
It’s clear that you are without fear, it makes things plain to see
It couldn’t be more boring here, so run in light green leaves

I forget that no one knows justice like a friend
Leaves when I want her to and stays when I am glad
To have her or to hold her, I’m still made out of clay
If anything could make me, well, a sculptor could, but make me good
And shape my heart into my home, into my state and to my realm
And to the people I’m around

I have a new appointment, it never comes to pass
And I have found all my days fast, and fast and fast
And every one is different, you never swim in me the same
Each time, hours fill my dreamboat
And it sings to the bottom of the morning


from Nothing, released January 1, 2002


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