Thirsty Winds
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Thirsty Winds - Book OneThirsty Winds - Book Two
THE CHANGES I’M GOIN’ THROUGH

It was a story of faces gone red,
Melting snow let show something sad.
You ate like bread every lie that they said,
While I knew it was time to get bad.

Oh oh, the changes I’’m goin’’ through
Oh, oh, they make me think of you,
In a way it’’s so sad
That I will never come back

It was a friend of mine who came in for pride
You saw in which walls he was trying to hide
Then took him out for a hopeless ride
How could you know it was you to get tied?

Oh oh, the changes I’’m goin’’ through
Oh, oh, they make us feel so blue,
In a way we are mad to play games with heart and head.

It was the past time that came so disguised,
you felt the truth was right by his side,
I tried to tell you how shamelessly he lied,
maybe you thought it was for me that I cried

Oh oh, the changes I’’m goin’’ through
Oh, oh, they make me think of you,
In a way it’’s so sad, but I still need to hold your hand
HARD TIMES FOR WAITIN'

Common as bread,
I’’m quieter than snow,
I do my job and pay for everything I own.
I’’ve built an ivory tower, soundproof and warm,
But I woke up this morning with vultures on high
And distant cries of a girl

Hard times for waitin’’, hard times for doves,
Hard times for silence, hard times for love

I acted all day normally, yet with voices in my mind,
Disguised as myself, I left myself far behind.
The aggression of reality T.V. can’’t keep,
the refusal of silence, mouth filled by lies
and endless talk shows to end

Hard times for kingdoms, hard times for fools,
Hard times for jokers, hard times for you

I had a clear vision, I saw a bunch of million dumb men like me,
I had the vision of a river that was coming to deliver this town.
Wasn’’t heavy anymore,
Painted my face with signs of war,
Passed all night in my cellar to clean up my gun
And sat out waitin’’ to part

Hard times for jokers, hard times for fools,
Hard times for kingdoms, now,
And hard times for you
Hard times for waitin’’ and hard times for love
Oh yes I’’m talking ‘bout the hard times
talking ‘bout the hard times
talking ‘bout the hard times
talking ‘bout some hard times now
(LOVE AIN’T NEVER) ENOUGH

Haven’’t I hug you,
haven’’t I hold you long enough to make you feel my arms
and tell you they won’’t do you any harm?
They can crush mountains and swim across the oceans
but can build you a robin’’s nest where you can sleep.

See this bonfire that burns
Coming from deep inside
It will shine all the night

Didn’’t I sing you strong enough until my lips they will be bleeding
And played on this guitar until it burns?
Haven’’t I cried so strong I won’’t surrender to any wind
And told you there’’s no night that makes me go?

No storm no quicksand no hole
I’’m just here and won’’t go
Love ain’’t never enough

Haven’’t I look at you, didn’’t I stare your eyes enough to sink into
the bottom of their light, their warm flashing light?
Didn’’t I look for you in every corner of this town,
this abandoned town,
where people left one day, will they come back?

I keep walking through streets
There ain’’t no one to meet
Love ain’’t never enough
DAEDALUS

1. Here’’s the usual song in E Minor, written for the pleasure of friends,
Progressively flowing to her C and D chords, like an arrow path.
2. I got plenty of drifting in the Mirror River,
Make plentiful drafts of same things,
I know changing chords won’’t mean being rid of what keeps on hindering me,
Still got some knocking demand.
3. All I ever wanted was a flight on free skies,
and I got me a maze in small towns,
all I ever wanted was a light through dark nights,
and I’’ve found me a glass and a tower.
4. I’’m like a Daedalus building always the same damned corridor,
I’’m like a Daedalus jailed here, I won’’t come and I won’’t go
I’’m like a devil that’’s cheated, nil’’s worth over ten for me,
Oh if that nation of fellows in prison could tune on Radio A. M.
Please don’’t go, please fall bewitched, just keep the line,
No surrender for these Ego News,
Hey, hey, hey, mingle in the river that flows,
Hey, hey, hey, I won’’t stall and I won’’t go
5. Give ears to this Daedalus calling, gets no farther than an old T. V.,
One can’’t gather what he ain’’t sown, it’’s what they say about silence
6. It’’s my usual song in E Minor, during the Exodus of close friends,
written through the hazy drops of a subway in Milan, d’’ya remember when?
7. I’’m just gambling now, and lies they ease me,
in the middle of a hurricane-juggler idiot jest made for me.
I’’m only mixing things in memory, I just deal the cards,
Never been in a subway in Milan
But please don’’t walk out and don’’t turn
Please don’’t fade, please don’’t leave me,
Turn on once more, Radio A. M. is gonna greet you now,
Hey, hey, hey, cette amour so strong so fool,
Ain’’t we all Preverted too?
(or ain’’t we just Preadverted too?)
8: Here’’s the usual song in E Minor,
written through some blood, sweat and tears,
here’’s communication entrusted to mad winds,
I sing for me.
9. I’’m like a Daedalus building always the same damned corridor
I’’m like a Deadalus jailed here,
I won’’t come and I won’’t go
I won’’t come and I won’’t go...


LOVE DESPERATE

There’’s a woman who’’s love desperate
Sitting outside of the Red Brick’’s Bar,
she’’s just thinking ’’bout her man now,
people talk, her gaze is far.
There’’s a man who’’s as love desperate,
sitting on a chair in an empty kitchen,
he’’s feeling her in his heart,
this is his home, he wants to tell her

You, you are the one, she whispers
You, you are the one, he murmurs
You, you are the one, they’’re crying
Crying so loud the world resounds

See this woman with her friends,
see bewilderment in her eyes,
see this man in a too big house,
see him look at the ghosts of her

Chorus

There’’s a love desperate woman who walks head in hand,
there’’s a love desperate man wanderin’’ head in hand
She wants him, and he wants her
Soon, at once, at all,
that’’s impossibile, but won’’t be,
there will be another day
’’cause she’’s feeling his hand on her life,
he’’s feeling her love in his soul

Chorus
COUNT ON YOU

I woke and colours burned out wild,
saw all things with painter’’s eyes,
strange to find some new feeling,
Good enough to walk out and not feel lonely in the crowd,
I’’m no stranger, I cried so loud.

Oh if I’’d ask you could I count on you,
if I needed to find you?
Would I lose way could I look if you’’re near me?
Bad thing a lone dance in the rain.

I’’d do the same, I’’d do run plain,
if you’’d fall down I’’d stand and come,
if you’’d feel down I’’d hear your claim,
if you’’re around just count on me.

Oh if I’’d ask you could I count on you,
if I needed to find you,
and would you ask could you look if I’’m near,
count on me, I’’ll count on you.

Look at the moon, I can walk over her,
if you’’d fall down I’’d bring you up there,
if I’’d lose my way you’’d know to send me home,
could I try to tell your name?
LITTLE JIMMY TALKS TO THE MOON

They keep telling him he will discover —they’’re so reliable
They still flatter him, they try to cover —life will be a great ball
Talking in the dark, most at random
Jimmy waits for her, high in her, high in her kingdom now

Jim keeps talking low to his lone shadow he only sees
Jim is walking slow in deep green meadows, he looks for bees
He keeps feeding dreams, his heard of light filled dreams
He keeps counting beans from his tin,
Beans in tin like dreams

He won’’t guess forward his time, he’’ll linger in his mind
He knows it sounds absurd
That older fellas tell him lies
They don’’t know he won’’t believe them, they’’re trying
Blame on no-one.

“If you’’re friend to me we will grow older,”
But they’’re wrong
Alone with fantasies he won’’t grow older,
But days are long
Dusty roads are there, but they’’re damn hot
He just waits for the Moon, the sister that will tell him all

He’’s a dreamer —talking to the Moon
He’’ll be a loser —won’’t be no tycoon
He’’s a dreamer —never win a rodeo
He’’s a dreamer —a legend in his world
He’’s a dreamer —talking to the Moon
He’’s a dreamer —talking to the Moon.
MICHAEL IN THE RAIN

Thousand miles of highway lines
-a truce with time–
winter boots and an unstrung necklace,
sun on her face,
Helen knows the price of running,
The beast to tame,
But there are things most people can’’t see
-they don’’t care.


Make believe is everything
And she makes believe she is well,
Tryin’’ to fin d a way or two to get out of her lonesome shell,
Frosty morning up in Maine,
There he came,
And the only thing that she calls back is her Michael in the rain.


Carvin’’out a piece of beech-wood (is it any good?)
Sunburned trails in Mexico they can turn you old,
Yonder comes a greasy señor, “Mi querida, amor”,
But the only thing that she calls back is her Michael in the rain.


Tall and distant like a bird in flight
Michael smiled,
Wet hair shining in a highway bar, shining like some stars,
Their eyes met but not a word,
He never knew her name,
From then the only thing she feels she has missed is her Michael in the rain,
The only thing she’’s ever lost is Michael in the rain.


“Run from words and you’’ll run from you”,
Some old friends are true,
But little Helen and her blues walk silent and wear out shoes,
Cities pass but she’’s so wild
And recalls a day in Maine,
And a flash and a face and a service station and her Michael in the rain,
She just recalls a day in Maine and her Michael in the rain,
Michael, Michael...
LEARNED TO BE ALONE

Yippie-iai-yei, so yippie-iai-yei
That’’s when a boy learned to be alone
Yippie-iai-yei, so yippie-iai-yei
That’’s when a boy learned to be alone


Through the eyes of Bobby driving in a blood-red nightly New York,
through the notes of a saxophone meeting Gene’’s madness in a destroyed apartment,
in the guns, alcohol and sorrow of Billy, Ben, Ernest and Warren,
in the tall dim figure fading in the sunset of Juarez


Chorus


With the pigeons in a wind swept street,
with spanish poets singing in a bus in spring,
through the strings of a dark guitar,
by the refusal of the mud we are,
by a million moments that no-one can share,
under the rain, waiting for a Cindy that won’’t come,
that’’s when he learned, he was alone


Chorus:
(WHAT HAPPENED TO) THOSE FINE BLUE DREAMS

Used to dream about those angel eyes
Used to run around a bird that flied so high
Used to dream about those angel eyes
Used to search for something, would I find it

Used to dream and wish for one love try
Talked ‘bout time with things
That only last a while

Strange to learn the way all things go fast
Get concerned to keep memories while they last
Hate to see things go wrong but I do
Need to live with something of my own


Need to learn and rise up from the dark
Take defeats and know defeats they just don’’t lie


I don’’t know what happens now
I don’’t know what happens now to dreams,
Those fine blue dreams
Those dreams...
ATLAS AND ALICE IN WONDER ATLANTIS

Was a million years ago or a jump of minute hand?
Not sure that I really know
Lost in the hazy lawns of Time

I sat down, thinkin’’ ‘bout Atlantis
And all of that damn heavy water on her
Just like me and Atlas and Alice
Atlas and Alice in Wonder Atlantis

Was it yesterday’’s night or twenty years ago?
Not sure that I really know
Lost and stumbling in full light

I remember I woke up from my mind and
Put a reward on my fugitive soul
Nobody took his horse and searched for
Only the Fool on the Hill came on
And asked me What’’s a mind? What’’s a soul?
I told him I’’m not sure that I really know
Some kind of mash of thick dreams, noises and haze
—An endless radio show
Nobody knows nobody cares.

So I smiled, thinkin’’ ’’bout Atlantis
There ain’’t no Atlantis, no Atlantis, Alas
And no Lands,
No Wonderland, Alice,
Atlas and Alice in Wonder Atlantis
HOUSE NEAR THE FERN

There’’s a house near the fern
there’’s a house far from all,
there’’s a house near the fern
it’’s a path we have learned.

There we’’re going when there’’s a bad storm,
there we’’re going when world’’s flooded by sun,
we learned to leave any indecision,
there’’s a house near the fern
there’’s a house near the fern

There’’s a house near the fern
there’’s a house far from all,
there we’’re going when love’’s burning,
we can do nothing but hear her call.

The house near the fern
it’’s our warm shelter from all,
it’’s our little house we’’re building
it’’s our little house, see it shining,
it’’s our love’’s house near the fern.

there’’s a house near the fern
there’’s a house near the fern
LOSERS

Losers – I’’ve seen those spaceships filled today
Leavers –ten thousand candles in the haze
Losers – itching for those blanks out in space
Choosers – believing widening is their grace


Everywhere I turn there are lookers for the Moon
Every dream that burns leaves losers out of room


Losers – diviners scan the eagle’’s flight
Risers – rusty embers in bonfires
Losers – Bad Boys keep losing down
Silver Knife – they prey will run ‘till they don’’t meet
Losers – Turning out to silver skies
Turning out, turning out



(Spaceport Announcer: ladies and gentleman and other beings, the flight to Arcturus IV is taking off in thirteen minutes, the passengers are requested to reach Gate 16.014)
THE RIVER OF BLUE TIME

Never been so naked down these heart’’s pages,
never been so open right through this heart’’s maze,
it’’s just the River of Blue Time,
I got the River of Blue Time.

Walk like all mornings like they all expect me too,
can’’t tell the story I bear inside.
I do deliver all things to this songs,
I do believe there isn’’t word to find,
it’’s just the River of Blue Time,
I got the River of Blue Time flowin’’ down
I got the River of Blue Time, it turns me round.

Closed deep inside
all day,
closed deep inside
I sing
closed deep inside
I see
rivers right out.

Don’’t want Salvation, don’’t look for Glory,
tell me the story, tell me the story
about the River of Blue Time,
I got the River of Blue Time,
it’’s just the River of Blue Time,
I got the River of Blue Time.
SOMEWHERE DOWN THE ROAD

I’’ve stopped somewhere down the road, sometimes
Looking for gold or something that shines
Don’’t know what I’’ve found but I feel it’’s more than gold
It’’s like a fire and all I just can say is that I’’ve found it
Somewhere down the road someday

I’’ve stopped somewhere down the road, sometimes
Looking for gold or something that shines
Don’’t know what I’’ve found but I feel it’’s more than gold
It’’s like a fire and all I just can say is that I’’ve found it
Somewhere down the road someday

Somewhere down the road
Somewhere down the road someday
HUNGER AND ANGER

So love has brightened mornings,
so love has painted walls
But I still feel much anger inside
eatin' me all day
I'm like a stray dog in the blind alley rain
feel like they'd call seconds out
fear there has been some derailment
on dead end tracks there is couch grass

Sometimes I feel this anger in me
sometimes I see the hunger that eats
sometime
I would sink my teeth, tear the world to bits

So love has found new flowers
that I can water here
love the strange peacemaker
love can bury fears
I came back from my own patched useless Vietnams
I elbowed my way to crest tops
shouldn't I be a sermonizing Gandhi
shouldn't I be content with this crop

Sometimes I feel this anger in me
sometimes I see the hunger that eats
sometime
I would let scars cry, I would fly so high
OF TRAINS AND PAINS

Of trains and pains I’’ve had my share
On trains and pains I’’ve paid my fare

Seems like I see things better in passin’’ minutes
Seems like a slow transition everyday
Seems like a fool damn race I’’m leavin’’ behind
With trains and pains

Of trains and pains I’’ve had my share
On trains and pains I’’ve paid my fare

If them blues they cry too loud, man,
I’’m gonna take a train to Spain
Or I can just fly far over to Far Oër and get rid
Of trains and pains

Of trains and pains I’’ve had my share
On trains and pains I’’ve paid my fare

If them blues they stick too hard, man,
I’’m gonna buy me a new suitcase
Or I’’ll change my name and find a lover in Vancouver and get rid
Of trains and pains
BENT BILL’S OLD THINGS

His name was William Anderton
But everyone in town just knew him as Bent Bill
Worked (at) the miller all day long
He seemed so still

His name was William Anderton
But Bent Bill was his mask for others not to see
Dreams he made lasted all night long
They were so big

Once in a lifetime of waitin’’ and dried gums
Of “once upon a time” he had ‘nough
Once in the right time he said no
And everything also turned right
And then all the oceans dried
Seemed like all the old things died

His name was William Anderton
But everyone in town just knew him as Bent Bill
he sat on his porch all day long
Eyes fixed to dawn
And bushes before
THE KITE

The kite is sittin’’ restless up high, a sky to plough
Smell of woodland rebirth, the kite is patience and fire
A faster gush of thick blood for the thief of the air

This kite is fretful of flocks he shuns and seek
Diving lonely in a canal of clouds he forgets his lumpish lungs
And then again safeness of his distant home

Wadding tears, like a blind snowfall, a warm periodic wind through the wings, mouth parched with nameless thirst, glassy eyes pointing the pond

Someday the kite seems listless, sick and tired of flying
Like a soldier grown too old, there ain’’t nothing he wants
Someday the kite raises his neck and shakes in the spine
Now and then he knows what he wants and grabs it in his hold

Dreams of rainwater and nightmares of stone, calendar nights and fever in bones, a thorn in the groin, dart flesh of faces
Deepest in wood the tangle’’s holding traces

Someday the kite raises his neck and shakes in the spine
Now and then he knows what he wants and grabs it in his hold
The kite is sittin’’ restless up high, a sky to plough
Smell of woodland rebirth, the kite is patience and fire
CHEAP APOCALYPSE

Skyscraper - a cement twig swayin’’ in the wind
Soft cobalt light on floor two hundred twenty, the Chief is alone
Countin’’ what in the starless dead of night, he thinks about Gomorra and a gin tonic, and waits for Judgement Day

The newcomer in the sect has a strange light in his eyes
Scannin’’ bony vultures and tie-wearing scarecrows hung to zero dreams
Muttering sermons to orchids and chairs
One day sick of idiot village mythologies he’’ll raze the whole town
Cheap Apocalypse on manholes’’ frost and wind castanets
Buy it in numbers on the newstand nearby
There’’s greed for destruction but nobody admits
he’’s got Cheap Apocalypse in his mind

Look at old Satan playin’’ cards with Chris Lee
Third-rate actor, he can but grind tooth and frighten old ladies
In the eddies of his pocket a book
It’’s called Cheap Apocalypse and he reads it and never catches a word
Cheap Apocalypse on manholes’’ frost and wind castanets
Buy it in numbers on the newstand nearby
There’’s greed for destruction but nobody admits
He’’s got Cheap Apocalypse in his mind
Cheap Apocalypse, Cheap Apocalypse, Cheap Apocalypse…
OUTLAWS NEED FREEDOM (Huckleberry Finn's Cry)

I never been good to follow town's rules
I never let Bibles calm me down
I never been able to mind simple daily things
always, yes always,
always a hard-headed clown

I visited sites and cities like a blindman
never been a howling rebel, this you know
I always felt I had the righ to be wrong by myself
always, yes always,
always a hard-headed clown

Outlaws need freedom
to fall and rise
Outlaws need freedom
“yessirs” they eat lies
Outlaws need freedom
Huckleberry Finn's cry

Tell me I'm a doggone fool
Tell me life'ìs a doggone thing
never liked a dog-bone's dream
and maybe I'll just wil fall

Last night I had a dinner with the Family Finn
rye whiskey and ham and some memory pies
then Huck started with stories of places that we've been
bonanza sunsets and those smiling lies

Outlaws need freedom
to fall and rise
Outlaws need freedom
“yessirs” they eat lies
Outlaws need freedom
Huckleberry Finn's cry
THE INDIAN SUMMER

I've been walkin down some road
I've been throwing out time's thorn
I been holy, I've been wrong
I've been walkin' down this road

And I never let things get so near
and I'll never love you like today
and I will find some rollin' breeze

I've been lookin' for that time
I've been thristy for farewells
I've been flowin' like a river in your time
all I can do all I can do all I can do is only wait outside

All I can do is wait inside this sundown
and all I will do is watch you there
some endless indian summer now
is waitin' somewhere with its worthless warmth

All I can do is wait inside this sundown
and all I will do is watch you there
some endless indian summer now
WHITE BLUES

He got them White Blues,
Got them White Blues all day long
He got them White Blues,
Got them White Blues, he feels wrong
Sometimes he’’s starin’’ at the window
On a place where no one walks

He got them White Blues,
Playin’’ harp in his dark room,
He got them White Blues,
A dumb rebel loving gloom
Read on a book that blues is black
But he believes they have his hue

He got them White Blues,
Dad wants to enrol him in a new school,
He got them White Blues,
Hotel management, for his good
He knows when one is sayin’’
It’’s for your good
He always minds his own

He’’s only happy when he’’s playin’’
He’’s only alive when he can sing
He wears his White Blues like a second skin
That hurts but’’s truly his own

He got them White Blues,
Got them White Blues all day long
He got them White Blues,
Will he find Bluesland’’s right road?
He got them White Blues,
He got them White Blues,
Oh, rebel,
Plain life sucks,
Blues they pin
Blues they fly
Stop givin’’ him orders,
Stop givin’’ him advice
STARS

Night stretches her shadow hands on stations
Empty streets are filled with zodiac fantasies
Telescope pupils seeming drunken flies
In a dust swept sky nobody sees
The unmoving stars are hanging on their loom
Thirsty hands untie the mane
of dreams

At the ending of the lunar highway is
Morning mirage beating through the veins
A supernova heat is flowing
Like a river inside the head
Faraway stars they’’re burning
Set on fire the soul
Vintage of light like a downfall
Something in the night has a new sound
Electricity of martian melodies
Lights up the sky

When the waters dry up on stoney ground
And reality asphalts weary eyes
Do you feel the power of creation?
Do you see the stars at your window?

Me, I’’m here at a side of this picture now
Stars the don’’t move but I know they visited my room
From their eagle’’s nest they have lightened up this desiring gloom
Millions of sensibility forward lie galactic pastures of Truth
The rocket whistles in an aching twinge, sailing blonde sea of Berenice’’s Mane

Astronauts wake in a burst of summers, while the stars they wait and see
JUST SITTIN’ IN A PARK

Just sittin’’ in a park, doin’’ so well,
sittin’’ in a park and doin’’ well,
fine book in the sack,
I’’ll take it then,
Will read a page or more

There have to be skies for a lonely man to sail,
Givin’’ up the quest means not to fail,
Choosing not to suffer
Every sufferin’’ is away
To be so lonesome Is no pain

Just sittin’’ in a park, doin’’ so well,
sittin’’ in a park and doin’’ well,
fine book in thesack,
I’’ll take it then,
Will read a page or more

“Got to be”s no longer haunt the dreams
Need to love’’s a faint whisper in the wind
I know there’’s a river
Rushing down the wood
I won’’t stand now to hear
His wail,
I’’ll wait and wait,
Waitin’’ my time

Just sittin’’ in a park, doin’’ so well,
sittin’’ in a park and doin’’ well,
fine book in the sack,
I’’ll take it then, will read a page or more
INSIDE MY FENCE

Livin’’ inside my fence, hearin’’ news of your wars
Connecting my own Internet
Dreaming that I can sail, and sail

Lookin’’ out of my window I can wait
Leaves tell me the way the wind blows
So many, so many leaves that sail

Feelin’’ inside my films, shooting scenes I can’’t sell
Correcting grammars I invent
Lookin’’ for a new set of white sails

Lookin’’ out of my window I can wait
Faces tell me pavin’’s frozen
So many, too many faces wait

All I need is some peace – peace to fight war with Time
Livin’’ inside a screen – screams they don’’t reach inside
Walkin’’ instead of runnin’’ – runnin’’ instead of flyin’’
Flyin’’ above a grief – sailin’’ on like a leaf

Lookin’’ out of my window I can wait
Leaves tell me the way the wind blows
So many, so many leaves that sail

All I need is a world map – to walk around my home
Home’’s where you hang your head– headfront to no windmills
Sails they were made for flyin’’ – flyin’’ leaves they can roam
Runnin’’s a word for goin’’ – goin’’s but dreams that fly

Livin’’ inside my fence, hearin’’ news from my skin
Connecting my dream’’s GPS
TOM ELDER’S NICE BOATS

Did you see Tom Elder the boat-maker man,
he used to build those nice boats then,
did you see Tom Elder the boat-maker man
he made many people sail

Tell me ‘bout Tom Elder, he’’s anymore around
his paint and his glues they dry
Tell me ‘bout Tom Elder, he’’s anymore around
that man could make people sail
Voices from distant islands they say Tom built his last boat
Lowered in river’’s muddy waters and he vanished in grey fog

Have you seen Tom Elder the boat-maker man,
his boats were fast and held out storms
have you seen Tom Elder, he’’s anymore around,
he made many people sail
He made many people sail
THROUGH TALL PINES

Like an old wayfarer dreamin’’ I still walk
through tall pines and hear
I got mirrors that keep fadin’’ but I see
them shadows now
They’’re enough to keep me warm

Tall pines swayin’’ down the road
Tall pines whisper in the soul
Memories twining, come from long ago
It matters no more
I don’’t know the road

I hear tall pines - leaf voices round
I hear tall pines – my beloved ones

Like a fugitive from nothing
I did run through tall pines and moan
Now I’’m walkin’’ slow and breathe
I can see them shadows
They’’re enough, I’’m not alone

Just a road through tall pines
There’’s nothing more
Just a road through tall pines
They’’re like a door

Like an old wayfarer dreamin’’
I still walk through tall pines and hear
I got mirrors that keep fadin’’
But I see them shadows now
They’’re enough to keep me warm