Sage After Rain Lyrics - Ten: Songs Of Ben Bullington - Darrell Scott

He died with his boots on in another mans bed 

The way he once said it would be 

He's scoundrel i guess and just got what was due 

But he was always a good friend to me 

He talked of a girl he'd known long ago 

His eyes welled with tears when he tried to explain 

How the sound of her voice had made him feel whole 

and the smell of her skin 

Like sage after rain 

Like sage after rain 

Like sage after rain 

I'd go to East Colfax with some of my friends 

Back in highschool for something to do 

And that's where I met him when he bought us some beer 

A six-pack if he could have two 

He said: "come back to my place, you can drink it there safe. don't worry it's cool" 

Then he gave us his name 

I paused at a picture and he told me about her 

and the smell of her skin 

Like sage after rain 

Like sage after rain 

Like sage after rain 

( Guitarbreak) 

I'd go to his house and we'd talk books for hours 

Pacing the floor as he'd quote from his head 

There's an old royal typewriter, a desk by a window 

Three novels in boxes under his bed 

A drafty old house his grandfather'd left him 

He grew up in Boston, came west on a train 

The snow-covered front range, and a lovely young teacher 

The smell of her skin 

Like sage after rain 

Like sage after rain 

Like sage after rain 

She was killed in the wreck that left him half-broken 

He told me about it one time, and that's all 

Some people said it'd helped if she was driving 

He said that made less than no difference at all 

He'd talk of her beauty, her eyes and her fire 

He'd smile when he'd call her "broad with great brains" 

But there was always respect and his memories were tender 

And the smell of her skin 

Like sage after rain 

Like sage after rain 

Like sage after rain 

(Guitar break) 

They called me about him early one morning 

I made the arrangements that sent him to burn 

No wife, no children, no next of kin there 

Like it said in his will they gave me the urn 

I drove north to Wyoming in a late april drizzle 

A place where we'd hunted on the antelope(?) plains 

I spread him about in the place he had chosen 

A prayer and a breath 

Of sage after rain 

Sage after rain 

Sage after rain 

(Outro)