Twenty from Tooth Truth by The Michigan Apple Clone

Maybe Tuesday we’ll exchange glances
Dancing quadrangle villains in my head
Won’t you tell me something with your words

I can’t spell the simplest of things like
Yes or foresight, patience with a pen
It’s too permanent minutes move in you

Won’t you tell me there’s more to feeling
Than some grizzly nurture-driven crutch
What is love if not something to save

We could freeze all the ponds in autumn
Forage wild apples by the road
All I dream of is a calloused hand

Someone else’s western is better
Than none than a total lack thereof
Would you be an outlaw for my love

• Acoustic
• Andy Shauf
• Folk
• indie
• singer-songwriter
• sufjan stevens
• Virginia