Tar Baby

Hey Tar baby, now don’t you cry
Life ain’t fair – cruel lullaby
Walking through the black
In between the white
Watch it all bubble up

Crack the bubbles with my feet
Crab grass through the black
In the summer heat
Popping sounds
Crush them with our feet
Leave blackened footsteps on the floor
Scars of tar patches black scars
Standing where the trees are red
Standing where the dreams dare tread
Standing where a knife slips along the spine of the past
Standing on a threadlike fracture
Just to hear the ghosts in the wind
Ghosts in the wind
Insects sing in sanctified choirs
For emotional trespasses over fields of grief
Hear ancient words jangle ‘round in your pocket

Eyes milked over, dim the light
Future covered with dust from passing cars
Broken hopes under mossy stones
A wish to find your way home
Find your way home to the brotherhood of man

Hey Tar baby now don’t you cry
Life ain’t fair – cruel lullaby
Walking through the black
In between the white
Watch it all bubble up