It’s all who you know, the ones who you let go
So you try to lend a hand with your peace of mind
But she’s too close to home, she’s too close to home
And you’re too young to care, too stunned to dare
Take another poor step spiral down the stairs
Where the sting of pine needles fall
Where the sting of pine needles fall

With your cotton, black buttons and thread
Short sweet good byes buried piled high inside your head
No one says a thing
No missing, no mourning and the early bird sings, sing
Driftwood doll if you could would you say what you mean
Driftwood doll if you could would you sing

Now you’re in through the sliding glass door
With your head down and face first, wings across the floor
And so you try to call a friend who believes you
To help to make some sense, to please you
Cause you used to read my lips
Hold your whole world in my finger tips
Now I’m too tired to cry anymore
And I’m too gone to ask why or what for
So conveniently I try to buy time
With my camera lens and a clear sense to make my thoughts rhyme
With my eyes on the horizon and a mind made up
Driftwood doll if you could would you speak up
Driftwood doll if you could would speak up

recorded and released on Season to Season (The Traditionist)