Jackson from Blue by Birkett Hall

Jackson

Driving down jackson.. i shed my skin
driving down jackson.. to see the shape i'm in
driving down jackson.. i missed my turn
driving down jackson.. i missed my destination

it's a good thing to be
driving down jackson..

see a man on a red tractor
and a black raven flying low in front of me

driving down jackson.. flame red grapes a sign where i should go
driving down jackson.. ends at the end that's all i know
driving down jackson.. horses and grass and yellowing leaves
driving down jackson.. light the colour of citrine

all this ever repeating what might have been
if only
but in between
only the lonely shall see
if you change the channel to another screen..

driving down jackson.. gates open in the wind
driving down jackson.. when will you let me in
driving down jackson.. i drive right up your street
driving down jackson.. but we will never meet

where you gonna go
where you gonna go when you're naked to the bone..

driving down jackson..

Written by Cathy Thom

• Acoustic Roots
• Alternative
• ambient
• blues
• chillout
• electric guitar
• electroacoustic
• singer-songwriter
• Canada