Blind Pilot

Picking up sound on the interstate I am my breath letting in waves. there will be time when the sleep I'm in covers me cold covers me thin I know I'll wake up old, forgetting which box this is in. How I will keep you, uh huh...uh huh uh huh...uh huh

I hear the train all night Sound of its wind blowing through our subtle lives And I have a job to do walking these cars Walking all asleep to get to you But I don't feel your stir beside me And your not in my morning hour Some ties are made to break

I buried a bone and darling you don't know him darling you don't know him darling you don't know and just where you are might be the right place it might be that sweet space but you don't know now look me in the head I've got nothing on my mind I've

The stars wash over me So far away that I can barely breathe From where I lay Never have I been so far From home o'er the years I was cut From sand and rain I'm calling Through ebb and flow I'm calling Whichever way goes Desert rock and roads were up

Poor boy Why don't you try getting water? Poor boy Why don't you try getting sleep? I think if one of us is going to suffer Why shouldn't it be me? Poor boy Your wife is in hard labor The rhythm you know Is pulsing and drifting to the grave When you

That morning sky gave me a look So I left while you were sleeping That's all it took And I chalked a line south down the coast Going where my thirst was open For the things that I don't know Going where I wasn't paying For the hurt that I owe One hal

3 Rounds And A Sound lyrics there playing our song, there playing our song, can you see the light? can you hear the hum? of our song. i hope they get it right i hope we dance tonight before we get it wrong and the seasons will change us new be the be

Hey JoJo Yeah, I know your name I thought I saw you Jump the Utah train But I could not say I could not say Heard you tried to Keep your hat on a shelf Marry the women Went off loved someone else Could be as well I cannot tell Oh no I cannot tell! He

Our time is ever on the road, The ride is in what we make. I walked a year to hear a howl in this give and take. But hear it this way- hear it this way. Alright! And war is in our hearts, And blood is in the land we love. We keep breaking our backs,