Kendra's Pictures Video (MV)

Crooked old house by the side of the road
With a fairytale patina
Little pottery shack with a barn in the back
And a crooked wall of stone
Forsythia in spring corn in the fall
Winter greens at Christmas
But the wreaths on the door don't get
Changed anymore
And the garden ain't been grown
Nothing but the light
Ancient as the scriptures
Nothing but the light
Coming out of Kendra's pictures
It's a funny little thing
Lilacs are supposed to come in spring
Here it's mid-November
There's pretty little blooms
Two seasons too soon
Saying maybe she ain't really gone
Sun comes up
Sun goes down
Shadows climb the trees
One year you're here then you disappear
Into the great beyond
Nothing but the light
Coming in the windows
Nothing but the light
Coming out of Kendra's pictures
Autumn leaves at shutter speeds
Empty rolls of film
No one to feed the birds their seeds
And nothing in the kiln
Nothing but the light
Sending her very best wishes
Nothing but the light
Coming out of Kendra's pictures
Nothing but the light
Gentle as a whisper
Nothing but the light
Coming out of Kendra's pictures
Crooked old house by the side of the road
With a fairytale patina
Little pottery shack and a barn in the back
And a crooked wall of stone