i have paid my debt sometimes
with akward silences
i was given two ears of corn
i ate the one and sowed the other
and brother i aim straight for the road
and brother i aim straight for the road
with my wings in one hand
and lead in the other
from the crossroads to the shore
what the horizon only tells to us ghost
is that when its quiet in our heart
we become the diesel
we become the smoke
we become the prarie
we become spark
and the only song coming in on the radio
the only song coming in on the radio
well take that mapo of the falling sky
and you lay it across your heart
and the lonliness between us is right where you are
and the lonliness between us is right where you are
