MOTION SUGGESTS ITSELF
I traced my family line
it ends up with a wave of passing grain of days
forgetting she's away
here's the straight and narrow
rock my wheelbarrow
and it's filled with the lies and the dirt and the hurt
but I won't need someone to let me be
I bought the cotton threads
and the voice could soothe your captivate your senses
like a ginger ale rain
those who got the marrow curse the tainted pharaohs
take off expect fun you might learn how it runs
but I won't need someone to let me be