A Song About Cain (#EastOfEden)
I grew up pretending sticks were little gunsI would point ’em at my dad and he’d get mad ’cause God forbid I hurt someoneI’d hurt anyone I couldAnyone who got too close, anyone who wouldn’t lookI was born into a one-hundred-year stormFoot of ice across Vermont, and in that dark, and in that frost a […]