Sam Bisbee Big Field
Late night, running through the big fieldFeeling the
moon glow, earth flow, world gyration
Running with the pleasure of bare feet
Hand on my chest, feel the heartbeat
Ready for the love vibration, for the palpitation
Going to tilt back, grinning to the halo overhead
It's a midnight mosspatch moon swoon
It's a pagan hipsway holiday
And I'm spinning around under the moon feeling raised
in the haze
Of tree bend leaf shake bird call
Cricket harmony
And my head is on the ground
And my feet are in the air
And my head is on the ground
Now we're getting buck naked in the big barn
When I feel the she shout shock of an echo
Gliding, rising, lifting me up into the open
Till I'm back in the big field
She's by my side, dancing to the treetops
Flickering like a firefly
She's by my side
Dancing to the tree bend leaf shake bird call
Cricket harmony
And my head is on the ground
And my feet are in the air
And my head is on the ground
Clinging to the floor like a sea anemone
Comb my hair like a popstar wannabe
Swinging in my paisley shirt and slacks
Giving out my number, no phone, just fax
Checking the time on my watch so thin
Automatic light as the world grows dim
Out of my queen-size bed at midnight
Into the clubscene crawl till daylight
And my head is on the ground
And my feet are in the air
And my head is on the ground
And my feet are in the air
And my head is on the ground
And my feet are in the air
And my head is on the ground
And my feet are in the air
And my head is on the ground
And my feet are in the air
And my head is on the ground
And my feet are in the air
