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I Wish I Stayed Home by Stephen Jones

LYRICS: I tracked that stack through the laurel thickets for three days The frost was thick on a rusted wire fence by the creek I wanted something to prove I belonged to these mountains My wind chest felt like a cold iron weight in my palm The wind smelled a damn cedar and the coming wind I was certain that I killed men the quiet in my chest I kept my eyes on the ridge looking for the ghost I prayed for the moment the brush would finally break Be careful with the prayers you send toward the cloud Sometimes the answer lands right at your tired feet You might get the trophy, the thought you needed But it's a heavy thing to carry back down the hill A heavy thing to carry I found standing near the bend where the ice is thin You wasn't the giant from the talk at the general store Just an old bug with matted fur and a jagged limb I pulled the trigger and the silence rushed back in I walked to where he lay at the grain over the sludge His eyes were clouded over before I even reached The antlers were thin, brittle like dry kindling I stood there waiting to feel like a king of the wolves My father told me the thrill is always in the waiting He never spoke about the stillness after the shock The way the life leaves a body and stays in the grass Leaving just a carcus in a muddy ridge I'm dragging the weight back toward the gravel road My hands are staining my boots are starting to leak I reach for the summit and I touch the cold stone Now I'm just a man walking home in the other door The house is warm but the victory feels like a debt I got what I want and I wish I'd stayed home The wind is rising I wish I'd stayed home Stayed home