Southeast Ohio, hiding in the hills
We smelled like pine smoke
Feverish and unstill
We slept in silos
oh mindful of our signs
We walked for miles
drank mulberry wine
Swigs from the bottle
to calm heart and muscle ache
We fell apart slow
Barely awake
And I still know you by your name
Where did you go when you ran away?
And I know we’re still one and the same
When that whistle blows on a passing train
Southeast Ohio,
trembling in the light
You wouldn’t spare a smile
wouldn’t eat a bite
Southeast Ohio,
I think about you still
though it’s been a while
Come back if you will
But I don’t know where to place the blame
Exchanging stares on the highway
And I cannot tell what decision has been made
But thoughts of your absence won’t go away
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