Songs by
Jacob Greenleaf

Mossy Valley

I trailed a little weep down mossy valley

Where the honey sun that dripped between the fruit trees

Painted amber light on russet curls

The stream was just a seep down through the alley

Like a fairy-tale will-o-the-wisp bewitching

Down the path that leaks out of the world


Not every broken heart spilled out onto the city street can look back at the place it all began

But I can

Yes I can


It's a little hard to breathe, so well defended

In a blanket by the wood stove with the TV

Barricade the night all winter long

But who would want to leave so well attended

Once we've recognized the fairy-tale's deception

No matter how it felt like we belonged


They say that able minds who see the truth of what we are won't still believe in what we long to be

Well I see

I guess that ain't me


What if I've been asleep, and soon you wake me?

Say these decades were dream while I lay napping

And fairies dressed my head at your request?

Some things I'd like to keep, before you take me

Little tokens of the man that I grew into

From the blossom of the boy you laid to rest


If when I wake you say I wasted half a life between regret and time that I spent missing you

Well, it's not true

No it's not true

I missed me too


So I trailed the little weep down mossy valley

In the honey sun that dripped between the fruit trees

A heavy blanket laid over my eyes

Now the stream's a river deep, I ought to rally

But I'm resting in between the two delusions

Which one is the fiction, which the lie


Not every broken heart spilled out onto the city street can look back at the place it all began

But I can

Yes I can

Yes I can