Cherokee (2019)

Studio Version: Cherokee

Lyrics

Late for its arrival, my mind’s begun to find
Early peculiarities of how it spends its time
And there’s turkeys out my window, Jesus on a plate
There’s plastic on a barge somewhere
That’s got no docking date

And on a trip I saw focaccia treated like it’s jade
And 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 that I was American
And so I left, offended with a pack of M&Ms

And I’ve been sitting for a long time
In the back of a Cherokee

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

There’ll be lots of empty mailboxes when paper disappears
And people on the subway sit so far to be so near
Two people on the screens, they touch smile from ear-to-ear
And me, I talk to spirits but they tell me that’s not real

And I’ve been sitting for a long time
In the back of a Cherokee

If you could do love, you’d hear me
If you could do love, you’d heal me

Someone’s at a grilltop, someone’s giving thanks
Some people are partaking in the cleaning of a tank
And here it is 11, and there it is 19
I’m missing all your breakfasts and you’re missing my evenings

And I've been sitting for a short while
Driving back to Cherokee