Adam Whipple is a songwriter, multi-instrumentalist, composer, poet, and author releasing records and writings into the world from his home in East Tennessee. The founding editor of the arts journal Foundling House(2015-2021), his work has also appeared in The Rabbit Room, Curator Magazine, Blue Mountain Review, and the hometown Knoxville lit mag The Pigeon Parade Quarterly. He has one patient wife, four bright children, five clueless chickens, and a tendency to wax eloquent about compost.  Visit Adam at www.adamwhipple.com

When desire itself is soured wine 

You will drown in your own wishing well 

Cause when love is god your bleary eyes 

Will be the wandering stars you’ll travel by 

And I was sure that love was leading me 

And that God himself had paved the way 

But above all else the human heart is deceitful 

CHORUS 

When I got to the end of the heart that all my loves had emptied 

I lost everything, everything, but you 

I tore a page out of the holy book 

And I tailored words to suit my ears 

But I’d spun those clothes like spider webs 

Till I was cold and caught in my own fears 

Cause that sugar coat can’t cover grief 

I learned light does not need dark to see. 

Oh my bones were sown in Eden’s soil, don’t it make you tired?  

CHORUS 

BRIDGE 

Past the gates of hell where I made my bed 

I woke up from my dreams to face the truth 

That the truth has a Face

CHORUS 

When I got to the end of the heart that all my loves had emptied 

I lost everything, everything, but You 

©Matthew Clark 2022, Path in the Pines Music, ASCAP