Kindred Skin

it didn't even take an hour
to let a stranger in
many call it kindred spirits
I call it kindred skin

you liked my sense of humor
I liked your sense of timing
I was drawn to the shimmer
that broke the tears into a laugh

snow don't fall in houston, texas
hurricanes rarely visit new york

you grew to know the hudson
I grew to know the trinity
they follow that same mass
that big wide open sea

I trickled on down to the lowlands
you look out over the mesa
were we running from something?
or were we running just to breathe?

snow don't fall in houston, texas
hurricanes only rain on new york

I hunger for your wisdom
I'm turning in your eyes
that always see the big picture
that always see through the disguise

snow don't fall in houston, texas
hurricanes rarely visit new york

it didn't even take an hour
to let this stranger in
many call it kindred spirits
I call it kindred skin

snow don't fall in houston, texas
hurricanes rarely visit new york

Denice Franke - Vocal, acoustic guitar.
Mike Sumler - Piano.
John Hagen - Cello.