Standing Eight Count Lyrics - Women And Country - Jakob Dylan

In which direction are we going? 

How many runaways are we stowing? 

Over the black sea with your arms around me 

In whose honor have we gone missing? 

I am too hungry to imagine 

A different ending to this famine 

In the building chaos of calendars and clocks 

I missed a mark somewhere and I got us lost 

It's a standing eight count 

Out on the darker shore less waters 

Comrade do you think we'll go under? 

On which horizon is my lover waking up? 

You pass this bottle and then I think too much 

I lean your body up against me 

And make believe that you still want me 

The swell of white caps and a silver streak of light 

Here on the bowline we pay dearly for our size 

It's a standing eight count 

Lessons will come, wisdom will wait 

Whatever it does, it's too late 

What good are we now? 

Our backs on the ground 

Our faces both bloodied and bowed 

When we oughta know better by now 

The flat and troubled, shapeless earth 

It stretches further then you've heard 

There's no love like our love 

And none older, none as cursed 

You hurt the ones you love 

And we couldn't do much worse 

How many fingers am I showing? 

How many tears are you withholding? 

There's beads of sweat pouring in our eyes 

If it were blood, we wouldn't know it 

It's a stand, it's standing eight count