Cherokee

⇦ Walker | Time Skiffs | Passer-By ⇨

Original Version: Cherokee

Lyrics

Late for its arrival, my mind’s begun to find
Early peculiarities are how it defines time
And there’s turkeys out my window that I appreciate
There’s plastic like a barge somewhere
That’s got no docking date

And on a tour I saw focaccia treated like it’s jade
Someone in the lobby dressed down just like me
An infant won the lottery, but really, it was he
With a pocket full of roofies, a pocket full of teeth
Some people call that pleasure and
Some people call that grief

At the Exxon they were confused if I was American
And so I left, offended with a pack of M&Ms

Well I’ve been driving for a long while
Spent some time in a Cherokee
Learning things

And out there in Black Mountain sprouts education’s seed
But you can learn a lot just take a walk above Montreat
They gathered ’round the easel, and spell community
I go lookin’ for my teachers, and wondering what that means

There’ll be lots of lonely mailboxes when language disappears
And people on the subway think so far to be so near
I smile from a screen you touch, I’m waiting on the bed
Listening to voices talk about where I am headed

People hid out for a long while
In the hills of Cullowhee
Cherokee

The stoop that you love
Is fiending
The stoop that you love
For meaning

Someone’s at a grilltop and someone is Tom Hanks
Suckered into party games and building words for leisure
There it is 11, and there it is 19
You’re missing all my breakfasts and I’m missing your evenings

Wish we’d been touching for a short while
Driving back from Cherokee
Dreaming things