Knight Errand Lyrics – Timothy Monger State Park

Nice to be here in the country
Holding up my guts to be dried by
Winds that blow so clean
They knock me off my feet

Autumn grass, brushed into patterns
Wayward leaves tossed, emancipated
Only some are freed
Some just go to sleep

Triggers in the night
Vigorous like a knife
Lost hours I can’t bear them
Ambition, inspiration

Hairshirt of information
Filling up the void is the Knight Errand
Heave those stones down in a circle
Build a fire underneath a kettle

Brewing fickle deeds
Into soothing teas
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Timothy Monger State Park Lyrics – Knight Errand

Timothy Monger State Park

Knight Errand