Flesh packed by the pound
with broken hearts tightly wound
And in the morning when the day begins
we wear our smiles and crooked grins
And lay down at night and
shed our sins
Spent and tired but
full of grace
And yet these lines we
can’t erase
From Anchorage to Zebulon: In Search of Missed Connections
Flesh packed by the pound
with broken hearts tightly wound
And in the morning when the day begins
we wear our smiles and crooked grins
And lay down at night and
shed our sins
Spent and tired but
full of grace
And yet these lines we
can’t erase