This guitar only settles
in the arms of a woman.
That's the only place
this song can be wholly human.

The only place shadows don't fall,
and clocks will stop to bleed.
The only place I've ever been scared
to need the way I need.

And you meet a woman,
and she knows what you are.
Even if you've never
gotten that far.

She knows that you've noticed
that the hip of your guitar
Arches like a woman's,
and cradles in your arms.

Do you catch yourself remembering
the shape of her hands.
Do you catch yourself caught
in a spot where she stands.

Do you find yourself staring,
and find yourself bare,
Finally find yourself loving
the fair.

You marched straight into trouble.
She says, "nope, forward!"
We never say straight!
and we always look toward.

The ones who we must touch,
and the ones who will fall.
she says it all so kindly,
and offers you her palm.

She bleeds out of you
what the world kicked in.
You reach to greet a softness
that you've learned is a sin.

You spend days spinning
songs to win that sin and then
Present them to yourself just as sleep
settles in.

Do you catch yourself remembering
the shape of her hands.
Do you catch yourself caught
in a spot where she stands.

Do you find yourself staring,
and find yourself bare.
Finally find yourself loving
the fair.