Tom Brousso with Wandering

There's a faint trill when the wind picks up on the prairie.

Coming from the barbed wire, strung out on the post.

Coming from the rigid bones

of the shelter belt

I don't know

where I'm wondering

Dust gets in my eyes and settles in my clothes

I haven't stopped to empty the stones from my shoes

I've been carrying a heavy heart

for a long time

I don't know where I'm wondering

The foreground is navy blue

With half an orange sun

I watch my breath rise

And disappear into the cold I haven't turned around to look back as of yet.

I don't know where I'm wondering. I pick up a little work whenever I can put a little money in my pocket,

put a little money in my pocket maybe sleep somewhere warm and have a little taste of coffee if it's on

oh i don't know where I'm wondering

I don't know where I'm wondering This was Tom or Sowe with a song Wandering the full length, What I Mean to Say is Goodbye.

But I'd actually a little while back in early 05.

Went back to the site over at loveless records.com.

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