Cinnamon Air

When you’re feeling fit and full of fight
Flowing streams of respect from the all the worlds cup
But it’s the loneliness that seeps in late, keeping you up
Whatever you thought was right
Can’t say you didn’t think it was wrong
Everybody thinks they’ve found what you got
Knowing full well you’ve stolen what they bought

Child, when you’re far gone, far away for a long one
Out with the dark and out with the dirt
I’ll be patiently awaiting you and your bags
all of your kinds of hurt
Sitting in a back porch kind of chair
Breathing your name in the cinnamon air

Wildwood flowers can’t grow without sun
And neither can you when you hide and you run
Off in the distance there’s a whipping wind growing
Covers the signs, hides away the highways coming
Curl up in my lap and I’ll see that you stay
Close to me sweetheart, close to my chest
But this is all just a dream cause it hasn’t happened yet

Child, when you’re far gone, far away for a long one
Out with the dark and out with the dirt
I’ll be patiently awaiting you and your bags
and all of your kinds of hurt
Sitting in a back porch kind of chair
Breathing your name in the cinnamon air