I Could Make Any Excuse

There's a perch on the cliff side, Pacific north line And it's a four hour cruiser to any other town beside On the dark roads ever crooked Through the forest they wind And I ain't taken none of them in a painful long time Oh, I could make any excuse And God knows I've tried But here I am meeting you again for the very first time This time spent apart brings questions to bear Am I now ready, and do you still care Can we pluck out the pieces from the dusty thin air Assemble a history from the fragments still there I failed to give space for you to speak out your pain I filled in its place all my anger and shame For sins I've forgotten and some nebulous blame I've been barking at a night sky that never knew my name