wondering why

Laura Veirs





Secret Someones





I’m climbing up the stairs

I’m circling the waves

The broken ceiling paint

The broken windowpane

O a smile would melt

Me to an asphalt strip

Where all would travel

Where all would tread and trip



Where all the rolling rollers roll

And all the secret someones go

And all the roving rovers ramble

Down my back, down my track…



The horizon disappears

Like a windswept trail

Gone from wind and rain

Blurred like a charcoal stain

Smearing your face

Your shins are skinned again

You can soak up my heat

Sweat your beaded jewels to the street



Where all the rolling rollers roll…



Hey hey hey hey

Tell me, did you make it to the show?

Tell me, what did you make of the drummer’s hair?

Tell me, about the atmosphere

Tell me, about the faces that greeted you there



Where all the rolling rollers roll…