Townes Van Zandt

His sadness poured like sweet honey

I listened to Townes cry the blues

Across the strings of his old guitar

Silver words to my soul I found true

Out of nowhere thunder crashed

A blue door slams hard in my face

Clouds parting, heaven shines through

Misery pours through my heart with grace

Don’t drop the rope in the well with no bucket

Living is hardly living if the water you drink

Tastes bitter like vinegar on a stick

Love is sadness and much more than you think

© 2007 Dayvid Graybill