(c) 2011 Hoover/Stoeckel
Seaside sparrow fighting wind and rain
Settles in the cedars on my lane
Warm behind my window
How can I complain?
Seagrass claws for anchor in the sand
(I wasn't, I am, I was, I am, I can)
Fragile fence for what the waves have planned
(I'm tired, I wasn't, I was, I wasn't, I'm gone)
A lesson washing over me that I can't understand
(Stand by me!)
I can hardly feel my feet,
surely I am going wrong
I can't seem to find my way,
where's the breadcrumbs?
I just follow, asking questions,
then run out of time...time...time...time
Bluefish shot through silver curve of wave
(I can hardly feel my feet,
surely I am going wrong)
Knifing through the waters toward his grave
(I can't seem to find my way,
where's the breadcrumbs?)
Helps me to remember the hurt that I forgave
I just follow ... asking questions ...
Read about how Jamie and Steve wrote Seaside Sparrow.