Good Blood

[Verse 1]
The tea in this Rosedale Park mug is going cold.
Waiting for the tremor my grandmother foretold.
She said, "it only comes when you're about to fold."
A vibration in the knuckles, a story getting old.

[Chorus]
Is this good blood or just bad history?
The same damn dust settling on you and me.
And I keep watching my hands for a sign,
Hoping this body's finally mine.

[Verse 2]
You're asleep on the couch, the porch light is on low.
I can hear the big rigs whine on 96, soft and slow.
This quiet feels too heavy for the seeds I'm trying to grow.
Swore I deadheaded that part of me seven years ago.

[Chorus]
Is this good blood or just bad history?
The same damn dust settling on you and me.
And I keep watching my hands for a sign,
Hoping this body's finally mine.

[Bridge]
Maybe the silence is the answer tonight.
Maybe the stillness is a different kind of light.
My own two hands, steady in the quiet.

[Chorus]
It's not good blood, it's not bad history.
It's just the dust that's settling on you and me.
And I stop watching my hands for a sign,
Knowing this body's finally mine.

[Outro]
The tremor never came.
Just the morning rain.