Andy - Emily Saliers
    Andy, do you love me?

    Do you think about it, will you say
    Turning brushwood into blazes
    Turning summer grass into hay
    Turning sharply past the graveyard to the lakefront
    With the black waves licking up the stones
    To the swayed back screened in front porch
    Who could ever stay the weight of flesh and bones

    Andy, aren't you tired?
    From the sun and rain and river soaking you
    From the beer cans on your dashboard
    And the bullet hole glass spiderweb staining your rearview
    I have watched you watch an empty road
    Is it only her upon which all of you's depending
    To fill your twenty hour work day
    While all the fences in this county still need mending

    And in the night I do my checking
    And fix the broken part with visions of rare beauty
    But in my heart I know I'm second
    Forever fixed in you pursuit it is my duty

    Andy, will you toss me
    A little scrap of something I can taste
    Instead of dust from all the leaving
    And the smell of summer lying here to waste
    Under the burnt pyre of all the cast away
    The tiny shoots will spring like questions will you take me
    Out to the fenced field sprinkled with horses
    Wild in resistance to the taming will you break me
    Will you break me


    Marco Giunco
    Work Basket Music Words