🪼I Feel Compelled To Ask: Does This Lyric Happen To Mean Anything? It Seems Somewhat Dark For The

🪼I feel compelled to ask: does this lyric happen to mean anything? It seems somewhat dark for the otherwise lighthearted song.

Well, they don't call it the Wild West for nothin'! Hadta do all kinds of things out there to survive.

Log #5

Number five of logs. Henry told me about a memory again. Some night when he was rustling about a little abandoned church on a hill and came outside and the sun had just set. And he sat on the grass cross legged and unwrapped a ham sandwich he’d packed from home. And he says in the kinda big valley expanse below, little twinkling lights started rising from the grass. Lightning bugs, he says they are. Like a fly with a little light bulb strapped to its rear end. I can find photos of them now, sure, and I can imagine the kinda effect these things would have if you had a whole lot of them. And he says tons of these little things just started appearing, as the sky got real dark and the grass didn’t look like grass anymore, just real murky-like with these little specks of light swimming around in it.

And he says after he finished his sandwich he laid down on the grass and looked at the sky. Every single star had popped out. I know stars. I’ve seen a lot of them. Most of what I remember seeing, matter of fact, I think. Henry knows the constellations, which I don’t. And I ain’t ever seen a lightning bug in the flesh. But Henry says the stars in the sky were exactly like the lightning bugs in the valley. Which kinda helps me imagine.

I don’t think I’ve sat in the grass before. Or laid down in it. I can’t really remember a ton about grass. Henry says it smells nice. Especially in the nighttime, or the early morning.