O'er My Skin

You ask me what I dreamed last night
I dreamed of brick, I dreamed of stone
I dreamed of trying to build a life
A cabin in the wood where I can rest these bones for good
Holding me just right

You ask me when I look far away
What I see over yonder past the hills and family graves
My future through the mist, I see all my little lists
Telling me to find my way

But I don’t know where that means I’m 'sposed to go
I’ve always been the last one in the pack
And the changing of the leaves bends its weight down onto me
Saying "there’s so many forks left in your path"
And "there’s so many storm rolling past"

But oh, I can’t help it, I can’t change these heavy winds
Oh, I can only lift my feathers o’er my skin
To keep me dry when rain comes pouring in

You ask me what reminds me home
I say candles deep of evergreen
And skipping river stones
Teapots on the table, bookshelves filled with fables
Heavy leather bound kinds of tome

But I don’t know where that means I’m 'sposed to go
I’ve always been the slowest of the flock
And the bending of the grass tells me nothing ever lasts
But I believe that every storm rolls on
Yes, I believe the roots I’ve grown are strong

I’ll build a house, I’ll build a home
I’ll build with help and I can build alone
I’ll make my bets, I'll settle my dues
I'll leave no debts, I’ve got nothing left to lose
And I have nothing left to prove