Through Houston
JT Bailey
Well, I watch the coast for signs of life
Was this storm just in my troubled mind?
And through Houston with a rising sun
As a poet leaves his verse undone
And I can't let this go
And I can't let this be
Sand through my fist
Is just washing out to sea
Yeah, dark water stands over me
Stronger than the north wind blows
Nothing ventured, nothing known
These bees inside my brain won't seize
And these flowers of thought, their masterpiece
And I can't let this go
And I can't let this be
Sand through my fist
Is just washing out to sea
Yeah, dark water stands over me
I close my eyes and I see his hand
Tightly clasped inside your arm
And I wish to God that it was mine
But I guess I never felt like home