Michael Jerling

Halfway Home

From the album Halfway Home

And you're present still
In this empty room
Like the faintest trace
Of some dank perfume
Curtain stirs in a window frame

Where the black dog scratched
At the old blue door
And the greasy grooves
 In the kitchen floor
Something moves just outside the frame

It's a long climb
But you're halfway home

And a crow lies stiff
In a winter field
When you barely look
You can hardly feel
The wheel of life in your own back yard

It's a long climb
But you're halfway home

And you're present still
In this empty hall
Like a shadow cast
On a distant wall
Something moves just outside the frame

It's a long climb
But you're halfway home
Halfway home

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