Met you and the days were ours. We've been handed all the moons and stars. And told, "go forth; your future's north. And your own breath will take you far.".
Somewhere out there in the world tonight. Just out of my reach. I hear your heart beat. It's coming in loud and clear tonight. Pounding in my brain. Calling out your name.
If there's time, I'll meet you by the old trees. We've been handed down the notice of the fall. There is little on the hillside. But we have another chance to see it all.
It's raining in my house tonight. Roof's leaking everywhere. It's overflowing buckets. And pouring down the stairs. . Taking spins around the hallway.
Call your girlfriend. It's time you had the talk. Give your reasons. Say it's not her fault. But you just met somebody new. . Tell her not to get upset.
Out on a secret journey. I met a holy man. His blindness was his wisdom. I'm such a lonely man. . You will see light in the darkness. You will make some sense of this.
In night, inside, at night. No whispers, no worries, no words. Just light fills the corner of your eye. Take me in, take me in. . Cold sky, dark Montana, long road.
Won't you scratch my itch sweet Annie Rich. And welcome me back to town?. Come out on your porch or I'll step into your parlor. And I'll tell you how it all went down.
Let me sit beside you, take a good long look at you. I'll memorize you, so I always find you. Smiling at me in my rear view. In the broken white line that takes me from you.
Woke up scared in the middle of the night. He reached for the bottle and turned on the light. Looked at the clock, this can't be right. I'm not dreaming.
Answer me when I call to you. What became of the life I knew. Tell me why I can't be free. Tell me what you expect of me. . I'm so down about it. I can't sleep at night.
So cold today. Wind is blowing. You turn your face away. Can hardly see where you're going. . Walking downtown. Eighth Street, Washington Square. Stepping carefully.
Joe threw another tantrum. He could not to be understood. He cries like baby Samson. His English is not good. . Joe's boss of the kitchen. But on the outside he knows.
This news wont break my heart. Its already been blown apart. I feel like a helpless girl. In this tender troubled world. . Another bomb lights up the night.
Late afternoon back in New York town. Waking up as the wheels touch down. Pick up my guitar and walk away. Wish I was going home to stay. . Line of taxis, I wait my turn.
It's not the altitude. That takes my breath away. And makes my body think the air's too thin. It's not the bourbon, you've been drinking. That burns like autumn leaves against my skin.