Dxx - Joel Plaskett

I’m going to Ireland

And you can reach me there

Walking in a field somewhere

Wading through my disrepair

In the rental I’ll be driving

The locks dance up and down

In some West Cork county town

I’ll be calling 'til you come around

Old friends and worlds designed

We’re on the long wind

The sky’s wide open

And we’re behind

Sitting in the backyard laughing

On your summer trips back here

Taking pictures of you year to year

Everybody smiling ear to ear

It ther’s rhyme or reason

It’s lost with sleight of hand

Coming up on 43

Trying to hold a grain of sand