Driftwood Doll

Driftwood Doll - The Traditionist

All who you know

The ones who you let go

And you try to lend a hand

With your peace of mind

But she's too close to home

But she's too close to home

And you're too young to care

Too stunned to dare

Take another poor step spiral down the stairs

Where the sting of pine needles fall

Where the sting of pine needles fall

With your cotton black buttons and thread

Short sweet good byes buried piled high inside your head

No one says a thing

No missing no mourning

And the early bird sings

Driftwood doll if you could would you say what you mean

Driftwood doll if you could would you sing

Now you're in through the sliding glass door

Head down face first wings across the floor

So you try to call a friend who believes you

To help to make some sense to please you

Cause you used to read my lips

Hold your whole wide world in my finger tips

Now I'm too tired to cry anymore

And I'm too gone to ask why or what for

So conveniently I try to buy time

With my camera lens and a clear sense to make my thoughts rhyme

With my eyes on the horizon and a mind made up

Driftwood doll if you could would you speak up

Driftwood doll if you could would you speak up