Jana Hunter - Restless lyrics

Restless, I walked to the shore And picked a place of peace. I found no relief in satin sheets Or the breadcrumbs of police. A sovereign god raised up an arm And gave me clever hands. With these I molded irate pleas For an interurban band. Call me stately, lately don't I follow, not foresee. Bled of all my backwards ropes. Untangled from truancy. Peas in a pod may laugh and trod On morals mighty or weak. Plastered in poems of holy unknowns I'm whispered on slogan-filled streets.