August Anchor

[Verse 1]
The last year of the Chalk Down Fair,
First week of August, cool in the air.
I served you tea from a dented tin urn,
Watched your new tribe wait for their turn.

[Chorus]
And you were weaving a story that summer would hold,
A bright, heavy blanket against the coming cold.

[Verse 2]
You told her, "We're a new kind of kin,"
And she traced the frayed seam on your sun-burned skin.
The woodsmoke was clinging to every wool sleeve;
It was easy, that weekend, for you to believe.

[Chorus]
And you were weaving a fiction that summer would hold,
A bright, heavy blanket to keep out the cold.

[Bridge]
I saw her last winter on Gloucester Road,
She didn't remember the face that she owed
To a boy with a guitar and a desperate need.

[Chorus]
You were just weaving a moment for summer to hold,
A borrowed warm blanket against the true cold.

[Outro]
The field is just pasture now, back to the mend.
Some knots don't unspool, they just end.