Baby I know that we've got trouble in the fields. When the bankers swarm like locust out there turning away our yield. The trains roll by our silos, silver in the rain.
Nothing that I've ever seen. Now means much of anything. In traveling through this part of you. And the Vietnam that I had dreamed. The place you wore your life fatigued.
We're living in a time of inconvenience. Compassion fails me with this meanness in the air. Our city streets are filled with violence. So we close our doors to the city.
Oh, the grace that true love holds. When hearts grow weary for time alone. You give it room and the warm to hold. And it'll always come home. . And true love is faithful all on it's own.
We returned to that five room flat. Now it was empty and this the last time. There were blinking pictures. Of how we'd sit and chat. Some of them are scattered.
This old town should've burned down in 1929. That's when we stood in line. Waiting for our soup. Swallowing our pride. . This old town should've burned down in 1931.
This heart was almost taken. This heart had a love of its own. This heart was reawakened. When you came along. This heart. . This heart was born feet running.
This house is full of memories that aren't mine. Pieces, I thought I would clear out over time. Life takes over, I get ahead of myself. I turn around and I've filled up the shelf.
Shut it down and call this road a day. And put this silence in my heart in a better place. I have traveled with your ghost now so many years. That I see you in the shadows.
There's a light beyond these woods, Mary Margaret. Do you think that we will go there. And see what makes it shine, Mary Margaret?. It's almost morning and we've talked all night.
The wing and the wheel they carry things away. Whether it's me that does the leavin' or the love that flies away. The moon outside my window looks so lonely tonight.
I sold the farm to take my woman. Where she longed to be. We left our kin and all our friends. Back there in Tennessee. . I bought the one way tickets.
Nobody seems to care about you. With your tool case by the roadside. There beneath the power lines. Or the pallor of your skin. Paled beneath fluorescent lights.
They were the loving kind. She was black and he was white. In Virginia, nineteen fifty eight. They found love amongst the hate. . Well, the law said they could not wed.
Oh, he said it was the sound of the winter callin'. From up around the bend or it could be. The cry of your restless heart. For the love of your long lost friends.
Every prayer that I'm not praying. And every promise I'm betraying. Every price that I am paying. Is like a ghost inside of me. . And every road I could be taking.
He was a flyer for the air force. In a plane from San Antonio. I was traveling to London. He was going off to buffalo. . Changing planes in Pittsburgh.
Tequila after midnight drives loneliness away. Makes strangers all around you look familiar. And tequila after midnight makes you feel so warm. Makes you think you feel good when you don't.
(Gordon Lightfoot). . He was standing by the highway. With a sign that just said Mother. When he heard a driver coming. About a half a mile away. So he held the sign up higher.
Tell me how to keep your love. You know how I need your love. Tell me how you keep the love. Within your heart from me. . Don't you know that I love you?.