Life is full of finer things, they're lost and found in the dark. It's a dog by the highway who said, "Goin' my way?". Now, he lives in your own backyard.
You ran up against the rain everyday of your short life. Suffered for your muse without complaining. Never heard you swear life isn't fair but it doesn't make it right.
Out of the blue horizon. Stretched a band of gold. From the straits of Juan De Fuca. To the east of Portland, Maine. . You held my hand as we raced along the Buffalo Bayou.
Where are you goin' my little one, little one?. Where are you goin' my baby, my own?. Turn around and you're two. Turn around and you're four. Turn around and you're a young girl.
Your late night conversation. Telephone call and an inspiration. For a heart to recall, had a tumble and fall. . And my friends all say I'm lazy. Clumsy at love and I'm middle age crazy.
Before you marry, before you mend. Or have someone's children, long before then. You could find something with somebody new. Try the love that I'm offering in my open arms.
Oh, love is a hand you hold. When you think you've lost your mind. It is bitter as persimmons. Yet sweet of rose on vine. . It's the thorns upon the vines.
I worked hard for that rose. You may have it when you go. 'Cause it's the dreaming it lends. It's worth holding here. . And when the outbound lane. Brings me trouble again.
Baby I know that we've got trouble in the fields. When the bankers swarm like locust out there turning away our yield. The trains roll by our silos, silver in the rain.
Nothing that I've ever seen. Now means much of anything. In traveling through this part of you. And the Vietnam that I had dreamed. The place you wore your life fatigued.
We're living in a time of inconvenience. Compassion fails me with this meanness in the air. Our city streets are filled with violence. So we close our doors to the city.
Oh, the grace that true love holds. When hearts grow weary for time alone. You give it room and the warm to hold. And it'll always come home. . And true love is faithful all on it's own.
We returned to that five room flat. Now it was empty and this the last time. There were blinking pictures. Of how we'd sit and chat. Some of them are scattered.
This old town should've burned down in 1929. That's when we stood in line. Waiting for our soup. Swallowing our pride. . This old town should've burned down in 1931.
This heart was almost taken. This heart had a love of its own. This heart was reawakened. When you came along. This heart. . This heart was born feet running.
This house is full of memories that aren't mine. Pieces, I thought I would clear out over time. Life takes over, I get ahead of myself. I turn around and I've filled up the shelf.
Shut it down and call this road a day. And put this silence in my heart in a better place. I have traveled with your ghost now so many years. That I see you in the shadows.
There's a light beyond these woods, Mary Margaret. Do you think that we will go there. And see what makes it shine, Mary Margaret?. It's almost morning and we've talked all night.
The wing and the wheel they carry things away. Whether it's me that does the leavin' or the love that flies away. The moon outside my window looks so lonely tonight.
I sold the farm to take my woman. Where she longed to be. We left our kin and all our friends. Back there in Tennessee. . I bought the one way tickets.