Bramble on the Wire

Bramble on the wire, briar on the hill,
nothing here was planted and nothing stood still.
Wind come off the water like it's late to something good
I never learned to follow it, but oh, I understood.

Sweet up on the surface, bitter underneath,
that's the fruit, that's the summer, that's the most of what I keep.
Sent word to my mother, didn't say a thing that's true
Said the light out here is something. Well. It is. It'll do.