Truce - Joe Henry

I clawed at your skirt like it was a dirt floor

And I could dig my way free of myself taking more

But prisoners know nothing of victory at war

Let’s a call it a truce for now

Georgia looks covered in blood from the air

Where the clay and river fight and run as a pair

And women comb bramble and stones from their hair

Let’s call it a truce for now

True revelation is a thug and it comes

With narrow grey eyes not the rolling of drums

It may take your hand but it’s seeking your thumbs

And we’ll call it a truce for now

Let’s a call it a truce for now