Come From

I come from sailboats, from motor oil, and epoxy
And I come from the needles of a big pine tree,
And bleeding hearts swinging from the vine.
I come from stalling leaves, crying as the winter moves in
From summer pier jumping, and the blue eyes from bonnie and ruth

These are the places I come from.
The stories of my family, I’m proud of who I’ve become.
I’m from the always going the always coming,
Running back to you, and those dancing shoes
I’m from hurry up, and slow down
From the echoing of a cathedral, my folks laying their worries down

I come from the big city, and I come from the land of the towers,
From sweat ice tea, and maple syrup, sitting round the campfire for hours
From the pages, of yellowing books, their stories live on
My ancestors’ faces, never truly gone.

From scrawled names and dates, stuck in the past
Trying so desperately to make themselves last.

These are the places I come from.
The stories of my family, I’m proud of who I’ve become.