You wake up, first winter’s snow
you jump for joy then nearly out the window
Grab your coat, go out the door
point at the church and say take my picture
I wind the wheel back and with you in frame
I take a shot at that failed sail boat
the shoreman’s line on Mizzen Annie
It’s getting easier, feeling numb
smiling, wide eyed, bare
I’m getting younger now
choking on my swelling tongue
the bottom line is I’m flying
Only a fool, would tear
at the intent of her care
or bring up old damage done
by the light, of a blood-soaked son
I placed some bottles on a box
walked back to you and let you take your shot
you held the gun and through focused aim
shot them down in one, two, three
as the church bells rang
I held your rifle, bum eye pointed at the remains
and joked around like real trouble
I am the ice sliding through your veins
I’m getting younger now, chocking on my swelling tongue
smiling, wide eyed, bare
it’s getting easier, feeling numb
the bottom line is, I’m flying
In the cool Nebraska air
I saw the sky cut in half with a roadside flare
I saw a man laid out drunk, dressed in the colors
of a blood-soaked son
supported by 11 fans who also own “Cecilia's Ring”
Jim, I'm loving this album! Sounds so good. I don't think the pedal steel was on the last versions of these tracks I heard. It's great! Kudos on a lovely record. Ben Armstrong