There's a murder of crows in a lifeless live oak
as a frigid wind blows the smell of burning leaf smoke.
It's a good, good day.
The sky looks just like a bruise; there ain't a sunbeam in sight
and you have nothing to lose. The icy glare is so bright.
It's a good good day to be alive.

In the snow-covered woods, the wolves are hot on your heels.
You wish that everyone could feel just what you now feel.
It's a good, good day.
There's a body afloat in the river so red
bleeding from a torn throat, there is no doubt she is dead.
It's a good good day to be alive.

Everything is right in your mind.
Eveything's alright in your mind.

If you never get sick, how will you know when you're well?
How will you know you're in heaven if you ain't been to hell?
It's a good, good day.
If you never break down, it's hard to build yourself up.
If you never get out, how will you ever find love?
It's a good, good day to be alive.


from THE BANKS OF THE OLD BLACK RIVER, released October 31, 2014


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