Somewhere North of Here

It’s a muggy night in Perry.
All the street lamps are like spotlights
On this stageless little town.
No one’s playing for this patronless audience of none.
I’m a lonely little boy in a lowly sort of place,
Nothing showy, all is sacred,
Except for the dark secret places of the heart
Where all is raw, all is rare, all is real
Like a candid photograph of the simple and honest
I’m finding my way home.
I may never get there but everyone sure does try.
Home is somewhere north of here.