Come Morning from False Spring by Zachary Cale

I’m afraid of leaving but I
Know the time is now
To pack my things and settle debts
To break ties with the ones
Whose willful ignorance
Fills my mind with noise and violence

So where do I fit where do I go
What kind of man am I
I’m just a traveler among more travelers
Looking to put roots down
Away from the maddening crowd
Give me a reason I need a reason now

I’m just sitting on a fence
Two fingers out to test the wind
For the golden age is crumbling
Come morning I’ll be gone again

Stones are thrown in resentment
For reasons centuries old
I’m lost in questions I cannot answer
Caught between opposing sides
That fracture and multiply
I stand here voiceless too tired to even cry

I’m just sitting on a fence
Two fingers out to test the wind
For the golden age is crumbling
Come morning I’ll be gone again

• Folk
• Brooklyn