MILES FROM OUR HOME
Last year we spent a lot of time at a 125 year old mill house, overlooking a 4 acre creek-fed pond. At the beginning of the year we said goodbye to a man who made the world seem a little less significant, and in the summer, the passing of another brought that significance back. We did a lot of sitting and walking and watching things changing. And a lot of waiting. These are the songs that we stumbled upon.Hold on honey, there's a new dawn coming
and a big bird to sweep you away
Are you born yet? Are you listening?
Are you sick of staring at the walls?
Are you hungry? Are you angry?
Are you wondering if there's anyone at all?
Hold on honey there's a new dawn coming
and a big bird to sweep you away
Keep on dreaming soon there'll be a reason
to see it through one more day
Are you weary? Are you sinking?
Are you tired of holding up the walls?
Are you done with all your thinking?
Have you found that there's no one at all?
Hold on honey there's a new dawn coming
and a big bird to sweep you away
Keep on dreaming soon there'll be a reason
to see it through one more day
Ain't got no answers here
What I see is not clear
Time to shake it around
Turn my world upside down
and watch as the stars come unhinged
Hold on honey there's a new dawn coming
and a big bird to sweep you away
Keep on dreaming soon there'll be a reason
to see it through one more day
Hold on honey there's a new dawn coming
and a big bird to sweep us away
Keep on dreaming soon there'll be a reason
to see it through one more day
Are you born yet?
Are you born yet?
I wish I had a blue guitar,
a blue guitar to play all night long
Singing songs of loss and love
Singing songs till morning comes
Ghosts in the basement
screams from the kitchen
I tell you folks I think I'm leaving
Seems I can already here the door slammin'
I tell you folks I think I'm leavin'
Goodbye to the highway
goodbye to the sky
I'm headed out goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye to the highway
goodbye to the sky
I'm headed out goodbye, goodbye
I wish I had a blue guitar,
a blue guitar to play all night long
Singing songs of loss and love
Singing songs till morning comes
No one in sight for fifty miles,
sleeping fields sigh as I glide across their spines
If I could just reach the crest of that hill
this whole day will tumble and out the night will spill
The sky is still as a spinning top,
shooting stars drop like burning words from above
If I could just connect all these dots,
the truth would tumble like a Cynic vexed by love
And yet the people keep saying
I'm miles from my home,
miles from my home
I met you again in my sleep last night,
these are days of slow boats and false starts
Hearts remain under lock and key,
you will be the one to set them both free
And yet the people will tell you
your miles from your home,
miles from your home
But that's where I want to be
Out there searching,
out here fumbling,
out here waiting,
for you and you for me
The moon hangs like a question mark,
pale as milk, bold as a promise
When will you share the sights with us?
when will we hold you in our arms?
And the people we'll tell them
we're miles from our home,
miles from our home
Sat at my window watched the world
wake up this morning
Purple sky slowly turning golden,
distant elms so orange
you'd swear they're burning
All this flowing water
has got my mind wandering
Do you ever finally reach
a point of knowing
or do you just wake up one day
and say I am going?
What will I tell you
when you ask me why I'm crying?
Will I point above
at the Red Tail gracefully soaring
or down to below where its prey
is quietly trembling?
Two thousand years ago Jesus is left is left there hanging
Purple sky slowly turning golden
Cowards at his feet loudly laughing
Loved ones stumbling homeward
their worlds reeling
Red Tail above my head quietly soaring
Water turns from ice, creek is roaring
He says enough of all this shit, I am going
The beautiful is not chosen
The chosen becomes beautiful
The beautiful is not chosen
The chosen becomes beautiful
Please do not forsake me now,
sparkling gone
with darkling days
I drift at times, I know it's true,
but I always drift on back to you
The beautiful is not chosen
The chosen becomes beautiful
I have never tired of
manna falling from above
When conscious thought
meets careless heart
and two lost souls find one fresh start
Lie with me upon the earth
feel its curve beneath our spines,
soon we'll follow it around,
one lost soul
finally found
The beautiful is not chosen.
The chosen becomes beautiful
These are known as darkling days
rhyming schemes gone askew,
crackling gifts of light and air,
exploding worlds,
ours to share
The beautiful is not chosen
The chosen becomes beautiful
She hugged his head so hard to her heart
it made her gasp for air
If this was not the way Love felt
then for love she did not care
I want to run beside a moving train
yelling farewells in the rain
The tears will be bittersweet,
'cause I know I'll see him again
If I lost you now,
I would feel as hollow as a bone
He could not help but hang his eyes
her beauty held him so
If this was not a state of Grace
then Grace he'd never know
I want to yell farewell from a crowded pier
just me and a thousand good-byes
The tears will be bittersweet,
'cause soon she'll be back my side
If I lost you now,
I would feel as hollow as a bone
You won't lose me, he replied,
together our lives have been sewn
If I lost you now,
I would feel as hollow as a bone
We will kiss goodnight under a starlit sky
whisper oaths at a lumbering moon
dream sweet dreams before the morning comes
and serves us the dawn in our room
If I lost you now,
I would feel as hollow as a bone
Someone
out there
kneeling
No one
out there
listening
But what I want to know
before you save my soul
is who gave this power to that fucker up there?
Someone
out there
crying
Someone
out here
waiting
But what I want to know
before you save my soul
is who gave this power to that fucker up there?
Another note afloat upon this paper sea
Explain to me
how this can be
Another face erased
from this tidal pool
Found one day
then swept away
I will carry you my love
If you can carry me
through this summer of our discontent
Another day away
from clutching hands
Explain to me
how this can be
I will carry you my love
If you can carry me
through this summer of our discontent
Another falling wave
upon this crumbling beach
How many more
until we meet?
I will carry you my love
If you can carry me
through this summer of our discontent
No birds today
Just this square patch of gray
Molting sky moving in on its morning prey
No words today
No one knocking at the gate
I lost my name long before I lost my way
I wonder what he thinks out there
Pastures turn from black to green and black again
The sun it carves a well worn path
from here to there and the next day back
No birds today
Just this dull sky of gray
Winter's quickly moving in on its skulking prey
No dust today
No clouds rising from my driveway
No hope drifting slowly my way
I wonder what he thinks in there
Pastures turn from black to green and black again
The sun it carves a well worn path
from here to there and the next day back
Cold bars of steel
I'm beginning to dig the feel
of all that disappears into....ethereal
Cold words of hate
Now I'm seeing how things break
Much too late now to cure my mistakes
I wonder what he thinks in there
Pastures turn from black to green and black again
The sun it carves a well worn path
from here to there and the next day back
No birds today
Just this barren stretch of gray
Just this barren stretch of gray
Place my body on the funeral pyre,
cut it loose to float downstream
Leave it frozen on a mountain top,
suspend it high to be picked clean
You said never to grow old,
but you forgot to tell me how
You said never to grow old
and then you sank your teeth into those final feet
Last night I dreamt of owls at my window
I knew that time was winding down
Turned to tell you of my premonition,
changed my mind and lay back down
You said never to grow old,
but you forgot to tell me how
You said never to grow old
and then you sank your teeth into those final feet
No sense wasting the time you got,
you got to walk down every road
No sense pretending that you're what you're not,
when you got to shoulder every load
You said never to grow old,
but you forgot to tell me how
You said never to grow old
and then you sank your teeth into those final feet
Cut it loose, cut it loose, cut it loose
You said never to grow old,
but you forgot to tell me how
You said never to grow old
and then you sank your teeth into those final feet
Again,
At the end of the rainbow
Again,
No gold to be found
Just this cold unmade bed
The last 3 words you said
And this buzzing on the telephone line
Paris, well, there is fog on the Seine
Amsterdam still courses through my veins
All these dark crazy sights,
Wouldn't be so bad
If I could just taste your breath once again
Honey I saw your daddy
Lying by the roadside
His feet sticking out of a sack
Honey they'll be calling
To tell you that your daddy
Never will be coming back
Again
At the end of the rainbow
Again,
No words to be found
Just this voice sad and alone
Me wishing I was home
And the silence on the telephone line
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