Tim McFate

White Bird by Tim McFate

You said the one true thing about you

I the one that I don’t know

But darling I can see it

You take your final bow

I think about the difference

Do you understand

When the waters edge gets closer

I need to wade right in

I take to the road

And I climb up every tree

Never ever ever to fall again

When you go missing

I sleep too much

When you forget

I miss your touch

I give you my word

Like a little bird

That's the one that told me

So we dig a little different

That's just what we do

We plant a little garden

The garden is always true

The crown slips a bit

And I stumble

To explain

I’m sure that my addictions

Have kept us from gaining steam

gaining steam

gaining steam

When you see me standing in the rain

Won’t you come outside and say

Its a pretty shitty day

If I could see you now

And I know what I’d say

I know what I am doing

Yeah I know what I am doing

You said the one thing about you

Is the one that I don’t know

And everybody’s got

To take their final bow

Crumbling Beauty by Tim McFate

History Is Waiting by Tim McFate

The storm you said was coming finally came

I saw you slipping and sliding through the rain

I know that feeling checking out

Too much of something rushing in

I light a candle for the rest

I will not ask where you’ve been

I’ll take to the road and I’ll never look back

I’ll hitch my fate to strangers

A few precious things in a small gunny sack

Justin Townes Earle

I know where you’re going

I’ve seen you the rear view mirror

As I head the car west

Headed west

It won’t be the last time I think this way

I heard the news you’ve gone away

Gonna follow the sun to that promise land

Where everything and nothing go hand in hand

Oh the saints, the saints, the saints, the saint of lost causes

After the sun went down I saw you by the fire

I had something to say and there was no one around

Ya know

I’m drifting over the landscape and I’m crying

I know the feeling checking out

Too much of something rushing in

Kin After All by Tim McFate

You have a certain way about you


Something both smart and clear
Y

ou should live in Europe


They’d appreciate you there



Birds with their simple ways


Wake up early, stay busy all day


I’m digging a hold to China


I hope I find what I need on the way



Maybe I would head for the desert


Maybe I would wander alone


Maybe I’ll just start drinking


And never ever ever leave home



I dream about my daddy’s knee


He grew up on a farm


Our garden took up half the back yard


The sun would set with little regret


Gallon of milk a day, gallon of milk a day



Odd little flower 


Blooming at night
I hope

I never forget


What I said and where I said it


Why I said it, said what I did



I might call it a path 


You might call it a dream


Last time I saw blood
It was on a sewing machine



Venetian blind tattoo

My favorite picture of you



I can’t watch the news


I don’t dream the same dreams


Yes, I am getting older


You know I am getting older

The sun through the window

Bare trees and a southern sky

Birds in the air

Gliding way up high

They see the trouble

I am going to send your way, oh yeah

Those birds In that Southern sky

Sometimes when I drink

The ghosts they come around

We tend to play catch up

And pick through the lost and found

There's a tent in the woods

With a bike and a chair

I walk past every day

But I never see anyone there

I'm a walking with a limp

Still doing what I can

I hope you know that I'm trying

Well I have these words

And yards of faded glory

I hope I hope I hope you understand

I secede myself tonight

Not much time to get back home

Silly silly me lost in rhapsody

One fine, One fine, skinned knee, skinned knee memory

I see my father in the garden and its nineteen sixty five

He's wearing his khaki pants

A drink in his hand he's shirtless

Practicing his farewell dance

I'm in the grass and I’m watching

Two fingers measuring his drink

And he says son, he says son I need just two more inches

Say hello to Joe

Well he's taking out the trash

We share a bit of land

And a little wooden fence

I hear his troubles as they spill out of his house

We do our best to be good neighbors

I secede myself tonight

Well the ice is so thin

And the applause just a din

And I asked myself a question

How easy it is to go back there again

Well it’s already dark and I’m counting the stars

And I’m counting the stars

Out in the desert I go

To stare at the sunset I know

You know If you go missing

I will wait

I asked myself a question

You might not understand

I gave you my word

I’d do all that I could

Keep the right time

And not bury the good

And It’s already dark

And I’m counting the stars

Like promises

I stubbed my toe on a Saturday night

Too drunk to see it was bleeding

Out in the desert I go

I’ll be the breeze

I’ll be the breeze

I’ll be the breeze

I’ll be the breeze

If you go missing

I will wait

If you forget

I won’t be late

I’ll be the breeze

I’ll be the breeze

The Storm by Tim McFate