I was walkin' the other day with my head down,. When I met a man who had his hand out.. So I gave him, gave him a dollar,. But as I walked away I heard him call out,.
My name is the Waker. And I'm bringin' you the morning sun. I've pushed the old man up forever. Still I feel I've just begun. . I've just begun. . My name is treetop.
Straw can bury us. We can carry the hay. But straws can break. Like the reasons for my behavior. . Straws mend. And straws bend. And dry ones catch like.
Very superstitious, writing on the wall. Very superstitious, ladders bout' to fall. Thirteen month old baby, broke the lookin' glass. Seven years of bad luck, the good things in your past.
Oh, kiss the mountain air we breathe. Good-bye it's time to fly.. Sparrow climb, the air is thinner,. Open wings cast this valley in the shade.. . Fires dance the shadows.
Was broken down, by the side of the road, yeah. Was crawling in the darkness like a king snake in the woods. Hiding in the tall grass. We were hiding in the tall grass.
A little wrangler was born. I seen him squirming in the saddle all wet and warm. He's such a changeable form in his very first year. . He rides on to wrangler school.
Waits all day for the Sun to dim his brights. Face shinin' amber in the radio lights. It's all that he needs to see. Fire ignites when he turns the key.
Used to ride the highway. I used to know where I was going. Now this shady dirt road is feelin' cool beneath my feet. Used to ride on. To get to where I was going in a day.
Whisper daddy, I love your stories. Wanna hear em all, not just now. You said baby, you talk in pictures. I wanna see it all, but not right now. . Can talk this sunrise to life.
Well, I'm hangin' on to a solid rock. Made before the foundation of the world. And I won't let go, and I can't let go, won't let go. And I can't let go, won't let go, and I can't let go no more.
Like a locomotive wheel. Feelings real as steel. Hearts are just bound to break. Well, I'm off and on my way. Rolling night and day. Highway's callin' my name.
This is the season. These are the waking days. Throw off your wet sheets. Step into the Soft Parade. Hollowed and glisten. Like sweat on a moving train.
While you're out there on the highway. While you're driving roll on by. Going south between the bridges. While the river running dry. And if you can't come home.
Rock on my belly, lying on the bottom of the pool. I'm a rock on the belly, lying on the bottom of the pool. There's a man on the bank ten thousand years my younger.
Sometimes they see you just now they don't. Maybe this is a lucky day or a penny on the way home. Sit between the clouds for cover raindrops hide in the sea.
Seen your sister naked. Ain't nothin I tried to see. I just seen somebody pool there. Ain't nothin I tried to see. . Well, I hope it's not hunt day. And I hope it's not your daddy's shootin' day.
Low-down way you're feeling, the sexy things you do. Baby, baby, baby, let me talk to you. I just love to whisper in your sexy ear. Tell you that I love you, take away your fear.
Rebirtha strolling 'cross the street. Juggling keys to a small red car. Butterflies and bombs fly close. Like she's some Disney movie star. . Sipping hopes and loneliness.