Ash
The ash gets in your tongue
And follows you around
It's there in your drinks
It's there in your kisses
Ash gets in your tongue
It's with you in the queue
Waiting at the bank
It's on hold with you
It gets old with you
Ash gets in your tongue
And it tastes like you are running
And it tastes like you should run
It tastes like you were running
But you never made it, son
Ash gets on your breath
And everybody knows
It's there in your talk
It's there in your kisses
Ash gets on your breath
It's with you in the car
As the officer steps out
It's in the lights and the rain
It does all the explaining
Ash gets on your breath
And it tastes like you are running
And it tastes like you should run
It tastes like you were running
But you never made it, son
Ash gets in your nails
Far from prying teeth
It lights every kettle
And kerosene lamp
Ash gets in underneath
It's with you in the morning
Reaching for the hair of your wife
It washes your faces
Pulls on your shoes
Raises the spoons to feed you
And it tastes like you are running
And it tastes like you should run
It tastes like you were running
But you never made it, son
© Brendan Bonsack
February 2011