From the recording Stick To Nowhere
when i wake a thousand miles from my mind
a thousand lifetimes behind
and i lay in bed a while
and i gaze out my old window
at the green and scattered gold
and i turn up the radio
is it fair to say i’m dreaming of a love i had to leave so long ago?
and the picture perfect memories take me back to somewhere i don’t want to go
so i take a breath of morning air
and i shed off all my cares
and tear a hollow in the day
and i rake the leaves off of my thoughts
try to write an honest song
and shake a living out somehow
is it fair to say i’m hypnotized by how you look right about now?
with your head beside me smiling and your auburn hair falling ‘cross your brow
but oh oh oh, where will i go?
when i leave home again
i’m all alone again
and oh oh oh, time moves so slow
and there it goes again
i’m feeling old again
is it fair to say i’m leaning on the notion of a haven down the line?
but i’m leaning into my vocation ‘hind the mule i’m ploughing all the time
so i thank the stars for what it’s worth
for the birth of this old earth
that someday must die
and i make my first move of my day
and i walk the other way
from all i left behind
is it fair to say i’d lead a life of misery if i didn’t clear my mind?
so i am reaching through the ether just to find an easy reason to get by
and i’m pleading these uneasy feelings leave me where they belong, a thousand miles behind