Pith Lyrics

There'll be a time when your thinking 'bout me

That's the time I'll be thinking bout you

Bubbling pine drying out in a kiln

What once was alive

Is like a rind after the rip

What do you expect when you go and see John out there

A warm breeze through the tall green grass

How can I

Identify the difference

'Tween fig and thistle

Without hope in my grasp

All the leaves fall in Autumn

No new flower sprays its root

All the leaves fallin' on 'em

That's the time I'll be thinkin' bout you

Well what do you expect, I look up and see you and your mom up there

Looking down at me singin' my blues (at long last)

That's some nullified emission

Your ear, is much more than I'd ask

Maybe it was you who burned in the fire that night

I didn't leave I was left alone

Either way, the guilt and indecision

Are far too strong

For me to find my way home

I know

And I know

It wasn't made this way

It's just a part of all that's happened

And what may still take place

Does time really grow like mold

Is this a story to be told

Or just some thing a gnome on the lawn saw,

Does time really grow like mold