Enigma from Sour Grapes by Max Wright

fled the freaks and kin
traveled the country with a gift
buried this town good
it called me back, i’m touched again

can there be a penance big enough for this?
can there be a penance big enough for this?
can i give until there’s nothing left of the gift?

they said “he is mine;
he knows the nature of my crime
he can bring the rain
he knows the place, he knows the time”

chased by freaks and kin
drove the country bearing sin
can’t these people see
in their hard hearts that i’m their twin

i bury enigma and it crawls back
i stare at enigma and it stares back
i turn from enigma and it faces me, pleading
i am revealed and they finally
they do away with me

• DIY
• Folk
• folk
• indie
• singer-songwriter
• Grand Rapids