Some fight the flame because they’re nervous
some curse the day because they're stuck
some fly away upon a daydream
some hold a knife until they’re cut
What’s thrown away well who’s asking
who’s that face down on the floor
some gather rain inside a mason jar
some lights keep searching until they’re lost
I telephoned North Dakota
I hadn’t seen her since the flood
the pearly greens of my childhood
that Red River is filling up
Can you hear me from the east side?
where the levee breaks then slip slides right
with my baby brother in the back seat
we’re all running from the flood
We’re two liars smiling in the rain
don’t look at me like
we’re two liars smiling in the rain
Your scattered brain, dismayed and searching
you build some walls, try to save yourself
last year’s side door calls have bent your heart’s sense
and you can pull at your youth, you can clear your shelf
but the next big rain will drag all of that shit up
I saw your grey, face in cow tow
being young is easy like, trying to get a light
from a booze soaked match book
follow the rules, stay in line
try to do what’s right, while you wait for new skin
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