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 a-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
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
it's slow and strong
a thousand stories written tiny in a book that only rests in my head
no reason to ever 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