Brewing Now

Oh forgive me, for I have doubted you.

I was a quick wet boy
diving too deep for coins
All of your street light eyes
wide on my plastic toys

Then when the cops closed the fair
I cut my long baby hair
Stole me a dog-eared map
and called for you everywhere

Have I found you
Flightless bird,
jealous, weeping or lost you

-Iron & Wine - Flightless Bird, American Mouth-

all hail.