a crow, alone at long long last
it was high times and they flew right past in bold
as through a thin blindfold, you spied
a sharpness in the way i spoke
as dreams would drive, i always rode alone
just so you know
un-even trails that fork apart without a rest, about the best you could guess
shutting your blues right in
set the speed you need to go
whether running fast or riding slow
you know about when you're gonna roll in
and if you want to keep your stance
don't leave her alone cuz she'll pick apart your bones
and put em' back wrong
i left my shelter, diggin' holes beneath the road onto a skeleton path
no hint of any dangerous plan, no sir
i stepped my shoes on barefoot paths
through cities blowing dreams into the trash
i kept an old mantra inside
a bus, a train with rattling doors
long for shifting skies and battle cries no more
my eyes are sore
i met her in a medicine store
dropped a scarf and i picked up so much more
we spoke and something spilled inside
a year has passed and dragged so long
sometimes i find a spirit haunts my song
slow and strong
a thousand stories written tiny in a book that only rests in my head
no reason to open again, no sir
a crow, alone at long long last
it was high times and they flew right past
in bold, as through a thin blindfold, you spied
a sharpness in the way i spoke
as dreams would drive, i always rode alone
and so you know