Emily Hurd: SONGS

I’m sittin by the lakeside, sippin summer slowly.
I’m throwin to the wayside what’s goin on below me.
I just float through the day like a boat on the water.
And as time fades away, I cannot be bothered.
It’s the season I have no more room for reasons why I can’t consume a little weekend wine on a Tuesday afternoon.
I lose track of the days. I lose track of the hours.
I track just where I’ve stayed by railroad tracks and flowers.
But summer flies as fast as an eagle
And echoes like the cry of a seagull
Into the fall and winter and spring time
Til it all turns to one big drink of wine
Night falls like a needle, silent all the way down.
There’s as many stars as people in this tiny off the lake town.
And I thank every one for the way that I came to this place in the sun, and for another day to drink some weekend wine on a Tuesday afternoon.


Written by Emily Hurd