2400 miles away. Oh under some old towne Micanopy stars. While in the city of angels one angel lays. I'm dreaming of my lover counting sheep and scars.
I came here to wake with you at dawn. With no understanding of any wrong. To lay with you for endless nights. Trade the wreckage for the likes. Of a hazel eyed, strong willed brown haired girl.
We have a whole world of hate at the end of our hands. And not enough love to go around. All the images are burning on our walls. And the cities are burning all around us all.
Tried it my way to get it right. Always got cut down to size. I never thought enough about it. Was quick to quit and quick to shout about it. I cut my feet while I cut my teeth.
Some days we're ripped and torn away. From the shore and tossed to a watery grave. Set adrift in the depths of the drink in the hands of the gods we curse.
To the wind she stood as her hair blew back. Testing the waters on a one way track. Through the dusk of a High Sierra Storybook. From an East Bay cradle, not to mention cool.
Did you ever wander far from home?. Far from what is safe and comfortable?. Trading all your demons for the moon. And sleeping till the sun makes it all true..
She is not the type that would talk the talk despite. Over how and where she walks. When apparent duty calls. I am overly enthralled and delivered from the dark.
Unequivocal, my heart just nearly stopped. My mind was blown when my whole world fell apart. I was powerless to simply coalesce. What befell, I said all that came to pass.
Takes us in before your troubles bury you deep and leave you plain. For the wind won't ask for nothing now but may take what was built to stay. . For all we've got is moments of grace we savor more than not.
Looked into the sky, walked another mile.. Watching snowfall take its time to the ground,. To bury this town.. . Yeah, one step at a time walking on the line..
The tired winds blow. And the restless go home. And the haggard lies down to sleep. Where the hours go slow. And the beauty we know is the love. That is the key.
I could walk for miles. looking for those eyes. to see the light I need.. Before the darkness. comes sealing up my fate.. . Yea and listen close. for the ringing tone.
Another full moon sky,. through the trees and filtered light.. And the silence oh my dear,. is the storm now drawing near.. . Let it rain. I don't mind..
Heading east on 20, out of downtown Birmingham.. Clocking 57 days on the road.. The rig is still rolling. on to south Carolina,. Me and the boys got one more show to go..
Put me on a ship, put me on a plain. 'Cause lord, I'm on my way to the land of the lost and insane. Well i don't know my way, but I will know my cause.
Simple backbeats seem to soothe me. If I could hold them I would let's say. Take some rest as if not wicked. And walk around enjoying silence. A world away, elders gather.
Why do we never know. Questions come and answers go. Somewhere else besides our head. We wear the stripes until we're dead. And we only want to love. Spending time here and above.
Wake to sound again, still tinnitus reigns.. Waiting for the call, and the time to state it all.. Don't say a word.. Just lay like a stone and gather what it's worth..
Oh California, if there's one thing I like to see,. It's miles of asphalt boiling under the sun.. I'm rolling up my sleeves and I'll wait. For the moon rise for any phase it's in..