1. |
Wheels
03:52
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a photograph,
red leather jacket in the sun.
no it couldn't last,
trying to live Leda and the Swan.
did I cut too close?
holding hands and driving fast on 40 east.
coming down,
was just as scary as looking up,
at the yellow moon,
without so much as a hint of why we were drawn to 'wake up time'
and now we're gone.
the wind is stronger than both of us combined.
over wheels.
was I pulling you?
or did I push the puppet strings apart?
either way,
it's funny how a single life has so many parts.
I think the trick,
is to look at it through friendly eyes, though you might not have seen em in a while.
we all move,
the wind is stronger than both of us combined.
over wheels.
photograph,
of a yellow moon.
did I cut too close?
without so much as a hint of why we were drawn to 'wake up time'
over wheels.
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2. |
Wayside (Gillian Welch)
04:16
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standing on the corner
with a nickel or a dime.
there used to be a railcar
to take you down the line.
too much beer and whiskey
to ever be employed,
and when I got to Nashville
it was too much soldier's joy.
wasted on the wayside,
wasted on the way.
if I ain't gone tomorrow,
you know I'm gone today.
back baby, back in time
I wanna go back
when you were mine.
black highway all night ride
watching the time fall away to the side.
clear channel way down low
was comin in loud, and my mind let go.
peaches in the summertime,
apples in the fall,
if I can't have you all the time,
I won't have none at all.
I wish I was in Frisco
in my brand new walkin shoes.
I'm sitting here in Nashville
with Norman's Nashville blues.
so cmon you good time rounders,
listening to my sound
and drink a round for Nashville
before they tear it down.
back baby, back in time
I wanna go back
when you were mine.
hard weather, driving slow
buddies in the house in time for the show.
oh darlin, the songs they played
is all I got left of the love we made.
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3. |
Dawn of the Something
02:56
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an old man
born in the dawn of the something
his heavy hands
sucker punch pose in a kung fu stance.
american
his apple's got a sticker from Washington
now he's making friends
with the fruit from another land.
I'll come home to you
if you want me to
I really like the way you cut right through
baby, I was born for you.
the circus sand
is falling through the cracks in my hands
the wind's blowing
like it does, but a little bit different.
an old man
wanna be starting something
he's making friends
with the kids in a rock and roll band.
it's what I'd do
to find something new
it doesn't matter what you're going through
babe, it's what I'm born to do.
now I'm mapping
the progress made by a gentleman
he left dry land
cool blue water's gonna help him if it can
his weapon
goes across the world and back again
it sharpens
the sense of loss for the champion.
I'll come home for you
if you want me to
you never know what the world will do
baby, I was born for you.
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4. |
Nostalgia
04:50
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the best part of growing up
is going back to where you're from
after all the stuff you've done.
now the person you've become
is interested in new things,
but you still got memories.
and it comes back like flood,
how fast the changes come.
now a setting sun,
looks just like a new one.
how many days
have I been gone?
something has changed
in the best way.
how will I know
just what to say?
I'm hugging myself
on the corner by the Garden Theatre.
I drove around my old neighborhood
where my family shared a phone.
when we got call waiting, it was a big deal.
and now we all have our own.
I'm glad we got along
I'm glad I finished school
so glad I found a job
for so long, I wasn't sure.
now a setting sun, looks just like a new one.
how many days
have I been gone?
something has changed
in the best way.
how will I know
just what to say?
I'm hugging myself
on the corner by the ice cream store.
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5. |
Live Forever
04:17
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how far away, how far away
is the cold water from the spring?
how many days, did the smooth stones say?
before the cold water
washed away dirt from another life.
there's something snaking in my side
I want to live forever.
the world's so big tonight
I want to live forever.
the shooting stars, the shooting stars
we tried so hard to touch the sky
half pumpkin moon was on the rise
it's so far,
we were laughing all over the place.
there's something snaking in my side
I want to live forever.
the world's so big tonight
I want to live forever.
my heart aches all the time
I want to live forever.
it's so right on, and it's all right
I want to live forever.
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