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This house
she’s holding secrets
i got my change behind the bed

in a coffee can,
i throw my nickels in
just incase i have to leave

Well, it's 3AM again, like it always seems to be
Driving northbound, driving homeward, driving wind is driving me.
It just seems so funny how I always end up here
Walking outside in a storm while looking way up past the treeline
It's been some time

Give me darkness when I'm dreaming, give me moonlight when I'm leaving,
Give me shoes that weren't made for standing.

when the wine stops working
and you're all run out
and all of your high hopes have all headed south
and the songs left the stable and they never came home
and there ain't no forgetting that you're out on your own

turned the scrub oaks to timber and you're left without friends
and you don't put your book down even after it ends

How the lights will change
Coming back into the city
Driving homeward slow
Shimmer like you do to me
We laugh at all those changing trees
Autumn is falling down again
Out of this blue Sunday dream
Come to me with your smoky mouth

All inside
Our Amsterdam she hides
Watery eyes
That howling wind, she's waving hi
Her other hand's in mine

Oh-oh, silhouette
She's growing tall and fine

you were a phonograph, i was a kid
i sat with an ear close, just listening
i was there when the rain tapped her way down you face
you were a miracle…i was just holdin your space

well time has a way of throwing it all in your face
the past, she is haunted, the future is laced
heartbreak, ya know, drives a big black car

summer days were just a magazine, a magazine
a magazine….

cutting grass for gasoline, for gasoline
so i can see ya soon…

fall swooned
left me drunk in a field

The city, they say, is on fire
You've been searching the big lights, searching the skies
You jump to the ballroom in that white wedding gown
I'll feed your horses when you go into town
You say love's a speeding train you gotta catch
You've been searching the subways for the perfect match
You comb through the corners of the old Lost and found
I'll feed your horses when you're looking around

down in the bardo
there was nothing to hold so we let it go
we were empty, we were hollow
shined with everything we were living for

and you see your soul
like some picture show
across idaho

E C
this house
F C
she's holding secrets
F Am F C
i got my change behind the bed
E C
in a coffee can,

This house
She's holding secrets
I got my change behind the bed
In a coffee can
Throw my nickels in
Just in case I have to leave
And I will go if you ask me to
I will stay if you dare

theres always the creaks and the strangest sounds
john brown’s body was never found
but the locals see him walkin round

there’s a ‘for sale’ sign on the old farm roads
there’s a silo empty and done for
the place just aint the same no more

you take the big one
and i’ll take his brother
let’s get this over with
’cause i’m late for work

do you remember when we were young
the swing sets, the costumes
the dirt in the sun

i woke you up with poetry and stones
the ragged and the bones
strewn around the room

i recall another hazy may
take a round in the ring
gone hungry for the win…

The night fell with bicycle bells, the dark had wooden teeth
Oh we broke on up to hill country, the air was thin and sweet
Lord, the air was thin and sweet

She held onto my coat that night, like a kid lost in her sleeves
Oh we warmed the ground, we hushed our sound
We slept on walking feet
Lord, we slept on walking feet

where were you when i was still kind
just a water treader
waiting on the line
just a dry gin drinker

master and a hound
turned a circus swinger
look, he’s coming down…

i lit a thin green candle to make you jelous of me
the room filled up with mesquitos
they heard that my body was free

and i took the dust of a long sleepless night
and i put it in your little shoe
and then i confess that i tortured the dress
that you wore for the world to look through

last night i dreamed i was brooklyn on my own
last night i dreamed i was brooklyn on my own
lord i couldn’t see the shadows all in me,
i dreamed i was in brooklyn on my own

now those demons had there face bright as gold
those demons had their faces bright as gold
they came and shook my hand, fingers crossed behind their back

all of my heroes sit up straight
they stare at the ground
they radiate

me, I'm mumbling in the kitchen for the sun to pay up
lonely is a ring on a cold coffee cup
I'm some sick hound
digging for bones

Annabelle, I'll be gambling 'til my bones are 'neath the apple field
Silver rain makes green every once in a while
I been lost, lost at every crossing, I was just drifting cold
Couldn't tell ya how many times I was ready to fold
Finally found us some good luck, let's see if it lasts

Cold, cold, every shoulder, still I learned to lean and freeze
Your roaring smile, campfire lit up the trees

the tail lights burn red
they were hotter than hell
and i’ve been long gone couldn’t you tell

the smoke in the air
couldn’t hide my shame
saw it lit up on that silver screen

cursed your captain and stowe me below
hold me amongst all your cards.
oh we were sea bound, and aimless at best,
clutching to the wheel and those charts..
but that sea was just a gambler at heart.

oh there we were, the sun hit the starboard
and we were as free as we could be.

remember when our songs where just like prayers.
like gospel hymns that you called in the air.
come down come down sweet reverance,
unto my simple house and ring...
and ring.

ring like silver, ring like gold
ring out those ghosts on the ohio

smoke it flies from whisky mouths
vagabonds walk this suitcase town
summer left us beckoning
the cottonwoods were all worn out

night comes fixing on the day
and the universe reigned again
while the wheels roll, it all glows a flickering light

wanna write one for you..
the unwritable girl
who sleeps in my hand
in this interstate world

who leaves me for dead,
in my ghost town grey
and returns like color t.v

slept high up in the Rockies
set my clock for californ-i-ey-aye
and i dreamed up somethin special to give that ocean
man, she cuffs me anyway

so i’m banking on virginia
to keep me clear and calm and straight
just like clock work seems to tell us

words mean more at night
like a song
and did you ever notice
the way light means more than it did all day long?

words mean more at night
light means more
like your hair and your face and your smile