Strands Lyrics - Son Volt

There is a slowness on the throttle 

Possibility at hand 

Painted out of a corner 

Brakes to bind the strands 

To decide within the bar store 

Overshadows feeding in the lurch 

Just survived by a stone's throw 

The decision wheel's at work 

Used to be found it temporary 

Sirens stir the seeds of regret 

Gathered clouds are unleashing 

Sounds to walk and place your bet 

Squatters on high stations 

The talkers that hold sway 

The verbal backslide rushes out 

Like grapeshot-fine spray 

No anchor drops sanctuary 

No earmark begins to show 

No finding it uncovered 

Just a wide swing tremolo 

Broken-down lessons learned 

Redeemed on epitaphs 

Pop line folded regulars 

With countance to switchback 

Echo farewell to midnight 

To the loneliness of the chase 

To the minutes passed his red letter 

To Elysian fields defaced 

No pangs provide the levy 

Breaking out of the throes 

No revelry decided 

Just a wide swing tremolo 

No mercy in a poker face 

Went in here before you go 

No sentence yet decided 

Just a wide swing tremolo