Miles from the Lightning (2001)

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Tracks

1. Ballad of Copper Junction
2. Dove and the Waterline
3. Walking at Dusk
4. Thistledown Tears
5. Californ-i-a
6. Highway and the Moon
7. Battle Hymn
8. Crossing Mississippi
9.Secretariat
10. Sunrise in the Rearview
11. Street Light Halos
12. Buckshot Moon
13. I'm Alright
14. Miles from the Lightning

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Ballad of Copper Junction
(A Journeyman's Lament)

My father laid the trees down
He broke them with his hands
Last year he died and left me nothing
But this frame I fill
A union card
And a pair of workman's hands 

And I was brought up in the north of here
In Copper Junction town
Where there ain't no longer
Any copper in the ground
Just the reservation land
Empty logging towns
Paper mills
And drawers of hand me downs 

In 1964 I was seventeen years old
I got caught up in the draft
I did like I was told
And spent a pair of too long years
Too young to be so old
Well it don't take too much sense
Just to come in from the cold
But I guess I never did
I guess I never did 

Back home it was the bottle
Back to work with my old man
But we didn't get on so good
It wasn't like we planned
And the last I saw of him
He's so drunk he couldn't stand
And that wagon's rolling empty 

So I got myself cleaned up
I was married for a while
But that ring it just kept falling off
And sometimes I wonder why
But now it's years ago and faded
From whiskey and from rye
And I wonder if it matters 

My father laid the trees down
He broke them with his hands
And now I'm just like him
I got nowhere left to stand
And that wagon's rolling empty
And I've got nothing but the frame I fill
A union card
And a pair of workman's hands
 

Dove and the Waterline

I wrote you a song from under the sky
From the field where the snow fell down
And the town threw up its light
Against the clouds into the night
Like a wall to keep the flood from bearing down 

And I said hello can you help me
Do you know
What I'm doing can you tell me
Where I'm bound
The stars all have names
And the angels have the same
But I'm lost and so much want
To be found 

I wrote you a prayer from inside the walls
Of this country where the cold wind blows
And a storm into the sea
Rang out against man's every plea
To rouse my soul and steal my body down below 

And I said hello can you help me
Do you know
What I'm doing can you tell me
Where I'm bound
I'm cast away
Into the deep and compassed there
No soul to keep
Afire and to the water burning down 

And I said hello can you help me
Do you know
What I'm doing can you tell me
Where I'm bound
The stars all have names
And the angels have the same
But I'm lost and I so much want
To be found
 

Walking at Dusk
(The Liberty Bell)

I've been walking at dusk just walking
With these lonely man's blues on my back
I've been down to the well
And I've been to the Liberty Bell
But it looks to be
Getting a crack 

And I've been talking about love just talking
And it seems like I don't get nowhere
So maybe I ought to go
To just where I don't know
But it looks to be
Other than here 

And if I was a lighthouse I would shine out on the ocean
If I was a train I would always run on time
Safely on their way I would send God's weary travelers
And when my time was done I would leave it all
Behind 

Well I've been thinking about war just thinking
I've been beating my plowshares thin
I sought my own redress
I read the Gettysburg Address
But old Abe it seems
A hard road to win 

And I've been playing my guitar just playing
And I'm running out of good things to say
I saw what there was to see
And they give me a Bachelor's degree
And I think it's time now
That I was away 

And if I was a light house I would shine out on the ocean
If I was a train I would always run on time
Safely on their way I would send gods weary travelers
And when my time was done I would leave it all behind
 

Thistledown Tears

Take me down to the bottom land
Good as any and we'll make our stand
Hide our money in the bucket of the well
Keep your head down low it's blowing like hell
Reverend said it's a Judgement Day
Land turned to dust where it used to be clay
There's a darkness coming and it's well past dawn
Roomful of candles and the lights all gone 

So don't cry your thistledown tears
Blood and water both run clear
The time to wrestle the angel is here
And the night is quickly passing 

Hymn songs drumming the dusk of the rooms
Glory go marching in the thread of a tune
Light up your lanterns and lay down your cares
Saint John he's riding the four white mares 

(Ref) 

Churchbells ringing in the pounding wind
Ringing the dead men to rise up again
There's dust comin' in at foot of the door
The moon and the tide and the earthly shore
The pull and the spin of a timed out reel
Hearts made of flint and words made of steel
The wind comes down off the Texas plain
Abel's calling to raise up cane 

(Ref) 

The dawn rolls under the fenceline wires
Oily and cold but breathing of fire
The cock he's crowing the daylight of dreams
For Judas and mercy and every in between
For Judas and mercy and every in between 

(Ref)
 

Californ-i-a

Well I guess you're gone
To Californ-i-a
And I dont expect you'll be
Coming back this way
Real soon
Real soon 

It was in the Spring
A couple of years ago
We fell in love
But I let you go
So soon
So soon 

If I had the stars
I'd throw them on the ground
If I had the sun
I'd take and burn it down
Because I just can't leave
Well enough alone
I just can't leave
Well enough alone 

So I wrote this song
To tell you that I am
So sorry and I hope
That you understand
How much I never meant
To make you cry
How much I
Never meant to make you cry 

And I guess you're gone
To Californ-i-a
And I don't expect you'll be
Coming back this way
Real soon
Real soon
 

Highway and the Moon

It was a preface to motion
Rolling down the Oklahoma highway
Highway and the moon
The moon beat down
With cloudless devotion
It seemed like all heaven
Was going my way
Going my way 

It was a preface to waking
The smell of gasoline
A dream of milk and honey
Honey how are you
You were there
In the dawn before the daybreak
Rising before Venus
The morning star and humming
A tune I could not name
Tune I could not name 

And swallows were tumbling
Over our heads they were
Falling by turns
By turns rising again
Seamlessly tracing
The profile of night
In a balance of meaning
And motion and light
And there on the water
Passing below
I saw our bodies reflected
As a perfect palindrome 

We go tearing our love down
To build it up again
From different directions we mean the same
We are the same as we've always been 

It was a preface to knowing
Throwing down the dreams of my own making
For making better time
And time rolls on
Heedless of our holding
This momentary franchise
The kingdom I have made
Of your bloodshot smile
Of your bloodshot smile 

And swallows were tumbling
Over our heads they were
Falling by turns
By turns rising again
Seamlessly tracing
The profile of night
In a balance of meaning
And motion and light
And there on the water
Passing below
I saw our bodies reflected
As a perfect palindrome 

We go tearing our love down
To build it up again
From different directions we mean the same
We are the same as we've always been
 

Battle Hymn
(of the College Dropout Farmhand)

The humble sky is falling down
On golden mother May
The sun in shadows rising
Paints the dawning break of day
And you could ask ten thousand times
How come I left that day
But the answer it won't change your mind
And I've got nothing else to say 

Mine eyes have seen the glory
Of that ragged flag unfurled
And I wonder when the light of the last
Honest man passed from this weary world and they say
Home is where the heart is
My home ain't in this town
I build walls and just to climb them
Climb them just so you can help me down 

Hear me oh hear me
These times will grow faint
And the years spring up new like the Indian paint
Our dreams they succeed us
Our children we taint
Pray for my soul the times they grow faint 

And mine eyes have seen the glory
Of that ragged flag unfurled
And I wonder when the light of the last
Honest man passed from this weary world and they say
Home is where the heart is
My home ain't in this town
I build walls and just to climb them
Climb them just so you can help me down
 

Crossing Mississippi

Empty barns falling down to the ground
Ground falling down to the sky
In the country where I left you
The river never sleeps
She just keeps on rolling south in the night 

And your beauty finds me there as I leave you
Seeks me out and calls me by my name
You are a temple where I take
Religion like water
Never in my life to forsake
Never in my life to forsake
Deep in this love I can't forsake 

And I woke up in the morning
Stumbling with my head bowed low
My hands made into prayers for every mile left to go
And every next time that I leave you
With only half a soul
Maybe if I pray hard enough
I don't have to go 

And your beauty finds me there as I leave you
Seeks me out and calls me by my name
You are a temple where I take
Religion like water
Never in my life to forsake
Never in my life to forsake
Deep in this love I can't forsake
 

Secretariat

I need a woman with a heart like Secretariat
To outrun my lonesome ways
I'm going to take this extra rib I've got
I'm going to bury it down in the dust
She does not raise 

I need a woman with eyes like Rodin
To see the body caught within the stone
I'm going to take this bronze star heart
I've got I'm going to melt it down
Wait for love to cast the metal into bone 

Because I'm the blue eyed son of hurricane
I'll twirl you so sweetly so around
But be careful you know Atlanta
Never looked the same
After she burned to the ground
After she burned down 

I need a woman with a heel like Achilles
So I know there's always one way I can win
Love is patient, love is kind, but let's be honest
Love is a catalogue of deadly sins 

I need a woman with a chin like Joe Frazier
To stand inside when I am swinging at the wind
Let's you and me take the gloves off darlin
I'll tell you exactly where I've been 

Because I'm the blue eyed son of hurricane
I'll twirl you so sweetly so around
But be careful you know Atlanta
Never looked the same
After she burned to the ground
After she burned down 

I need a woman with hands like John Henry
Hard enough to break the rocks down into sand
And when we died we'd lay down side by side
With our hammers in our hands 

I need a woman with a heart like Secretariat
To outrun my lonesome ways
I'm going to take this extra rib I've got
I'm going to bury it down in the dust
She does not raise
 

Sunrise in the Rearview

Sunrise in the rearview
Falling down before
Go west young man it's something
You never done before 

Morning fog out on the meadow
Corn at four foot high
And every fountain of my youth
Is just a well gone dry 

Now is the time of collection
Now is the season undone
Now is the winter of my discontent
Made glorious summer
By your sun 

Pretty like a well worn bible
Pretty's just a word she's
Golden to the sun in September
She's golden to the sun 

And it seems like I remember
Her hair was long and brown
And sometime she put on lipstick
When we went into town 

And Iowa in Springtime
Throws shadows on the ground
Where the Mississippi River
Follows the railways down 

And I'd follow you down to water
Just to see you wet your hair
I'd buy for you all the ocean
All its glories you would wear
And I'd follow you into the blue sky
Just to see your angels shine
I'd buy for you all that wild blue and yonder
Just to make you mine 

Sunrise in the rearview
Falling down before
Go west young man it's something
You never done before 

There's new mown hay at the roadside
And straw bales piled up
They'll be dry by mid-September
So will I with any luck 

Now is the time of collection
Now is the season undone
Now is the winter of my discontent
Made glorious summer
By your sun
By your sun
 

Street Light Halos

Goodbye I'm leaving
This house and this country for home
And a heart full and aching with wonder
To reap every seed I have sown 

If the time were not now I think I might stay
Right here with my feet on the ground
But the sunset is flown away to the west
And it's her I must follow on down
Her I must follow on down 

In my heart I run down to December
Late night lonely the clouds are all gone
And the stars like pinpoints they shine through
Streetlight halos for angels unborn 

And alone in my room as I am right now
I can almost see calling your name
And as memory fades into intention
They seem to be one and the same
They seem to be one and the same 

Maybe every man's heart is a graveyard unkempt
And the lines on his face mark the stones
But I saw in your eyes some part of my soul
And I swear I will make you my own
 

Buckshot Moon

Buckshot moon, bloodshot heart
When are the good times going to start
Burned out mouth, a turned out light
It's a downhill road, it's an uphill fight 

Smoke on the glass in a twilight town
Needle says empty but it's still going down
On a five bar street in a one church town
Twelve bar blues, frost on the ground 

Hard time wind on the hill tonight
Main streets shining with Chistmas lights
In the skyline dusk in the dark come down
The seconds are broken but the hands go around 

And the snowfall comes with nightfall black
Ice on the banks dust in the tracks
Sere and gray as embers and cold
But burning the branches are dreaming of gold 

How long, how long
Until anything sets me on fire
How long, how long
Until I know
Possession from desire
 

I'm Alright

The American flag at 1:05
In the morning in my town
Is hanging above Main Street
Stock still above a spot light
Like a dare to keep the moon from going down
And I am walking home with beer breath
Under street lights that are useless
There's no one here
No one can hear the sound
I'm alright 

In the tent sale of my dreams
I had marked so many down from what I paid
Growing up and growing older
I thought man there ain't no profit in this game
And then my friends began to own things
And make thirty five a year
They got jobs with health insurance
They got cars with second gear
But I'm alright 

At the corner of Third and Edward
In the lot across the street from my front porch
Where the Mexicans play salsa
From the cars that got no hubcaps
In a parking lot that used to be a church
And they dance sweet and close together
Where the light shines off the chrome
The reflection of the homeless
Who know what it means
To be home
And I'm alright 

There are stars in the daylight
But no one can ever tell
You can only see them
From the bottom of a well
And I have been down to the bottom
I appreciate the view
But I am on my way up
And I am coming to tell you
I'm alright 

Now as I sit here at my desk in my apartment
Smoking cigarettes tonight
Drinking Rhinelander beer in my bare feet
And toasting everything in sight
Here's one for Townes Van Zandt
And here's one for Geronimo
Here's one for all my good friends
One for a girl I used to know
I'm alright
 

Miles from the Lightning
(A Song for Townes Van Zandt)

Darkness on the fenceposts
And a whistle from a train
Water in the corn rows
And a window to the rain
Count your miles from the lightning
Lay your money down
Count your blessings against the thunder
Take the thorns out of your crown 

Well it's no more highway rolling
No more sundown ride
No more Carolina
No more great divide
The words to keep from dying
There ain't a man can find
But the words to keep on living
Is what you left behind 

Songs on painted shadows
Bleed on broken roads
Paved from here to heaven
With anything but gold
And anything but simple
It always was your kind
From the straight and narrow running
Along the straightest line 

Darkness on the fenceposts
And a whistle from a train
Water in the corn rows
And a window to the rain
Count your miles from the lightning
Rest your tired eyes
Count your blessings against the thunder
Kiss the years goodbye