Odd Said The Doe - Nina Nastasia, Jim White

Odd that the doe

Who looks like it wants to speak

Is the same doe

I saw in my yard last week

Can I believe that it’s you?

I’d like to believe that it’s you

Calling on me

Why is the urge

That roused me out of a dream?

Not then a sign

Every night beckoning my relief

Should I believe that it’s you?

I’d laugh to believe that it’s you

Hastening me

Come on man, have a little faith

Why be after what is plain?

See me everywhere I am

I wanna know that it’s you

Am I to believe that it’s you

Following me