Knock Louder

this makes as much sense as a frog on a chain

a leper knocking trees down with his fist

twisting my ear like i'm a school yard churl

you know i want to sit beside that long-legged girl

wearing overalls and daddy's boots and mom's old coat

let's sing one together grace, and savor every note.

burned a hole right through me where we stood last Sunday night

one little tossed off glance i don't know if you were there

but i felt the rod impale me, my body growing wide

as you climbed up on the ladder and made your home inside

i'm the same and then i'm not, you know, from when we tried before

please, gracie, please won't you come knock on my door.

you've surely done more pounding than i give you credit for

i'm a fool most times, unusually so, and an inveterate sage

with the wisdom of half a rock washed up on the sand

so many simple things i just can't understand

yet i know that i'm so tired of wondering where you've been

a friend like you i've never had, i don't want to lose you again.

we'll reinvent the toaster, ride a crooked wheel

give three cares for common sense then throw it in a can

i'll be myself beside you and you can do the same

no responsibility save the magic in your name

i'm done, i'm beat, i'm old, i've looked in every tree

let's be you and me now, let's be you and me.