Insect sounds in the dry season

Dust on the road stuck to my shoes The field gone pale like it forgot the rain I hear the grass making small prayers Feel little wind calling my name Late afternoon brittle and bright The air holds still then comes alive on the edge of sleep I start to climb into that home inside my mind Insect sounds in my mind Insect sounds all the time Insect sounds cut so fine Insect sounds in my mind Tin roof heat trembles and bends A brown creek bed with nowhere to run Every dead leaf keeps a small drum Tap on the barn tap on the tongue Late afternoon brittle and bright The air holds still then comes alive on the edge of sleep I start to climb into that home inside my mind Insect sound in my mind Insect sounds all the time Insect sounds cut so fine Insect sounds in my mind I close my eyes the dry land sings tiny teeth and hidden things If I get lost let me stay there wrapped in the crackle of the air Insect sounds in my mind Insect sounds all the time Insect sounds cut so fine Insect sounds in my mind Insect sounds