your fingers hang in                                my hair
a good tangle a red           tangle          got your
grip in   real hard   can’t shake it   can’t dance it
neon                        something about waterfalls
indoors                                 makes a body want
to be known                                                i ask
if elvis             was good in bed        which elvis
memphis doesn’t know my name      sometimes
a comfort in that                     sometimes a body
says my name      real hard          the same voice
is it important if i stand on the bluff    and say it
real loud                                   something about
your        hands        up        in        my          hair
memphis   i                                             get tired
of trying                                                 be heard
be hard                              above this reclaiming
is it just winter now   the naked trees   let me see
unclear         straight through      sky    skin linear