Country Stone

There is one thing that can settle my bones,
And that is the grinding of that old country stone,
I see a bruised shield held secure in your hands,
Scars are only skin deep as you limp through these lands,
The battles I've been through have made it all worth it,
From the hay bails all the way down to the bay,
Could not be as lonely as they say you'd make me,
I have my reasons and I know why I came

Your child is weaping under vacant charred moonlight,
Prehended by ashes that are filling the sky,
The night was upon us so we built a fire,
And the chill will grow until the flames expire,
I'll sing you a song so that one day a chorus,
Will ring through the canyon and paint a bright forest,
And you will no longer have to close your blue eyes,
As sparks from the grindstone all meet their demise

Wild Fire

There are gusty winds,
That flamed the fires,
Wild flowers burn,
Mountains of flat tires,
A hammer to nail,
Throbing at my heart,
A burnt down ghost town,
I've grown miles apart

I'm still on my feet,
Bones ready to snap,
Like burnt out matches,
I ain't going back,
The only place I know,
Where I'm safe with you,
Far from the waste land,
Where the fires grew

My feet were like roots,
Fused into the ground,
I'll start my walkin',
Legs ain't rooted down,
One day these soils,
Left me high and dry,
The rivers grew empty,
As the flaming skies

I had turned my back,
Saw all I could see,
The smoke engulfing,
What's left behind me,
The hills growing grey,
Yet nobody seen,
A pasture of plenty,
A mirage of green

Hitchin' on the road,
Has got me nowhere,
Women all lost me,
Dreams scorching the air,
This cannot be heaven,
Though walkin' from clouds,
Has caused me to hear,
Their lies thunder loud

Look across the hills,
Know where I must go,
Through the flames I saw,
An airborn sparrow,
Perched on the branches,
Have yet to be touched,
Letting go needles,
It had always clutched

Stragant

My life has gone stagnant,
Like a needle to a vein,
And when no light breaks through,
From the shattered window paine,
Lying flat on the floor,
In the darkest room I know,
I can't reach the curtains,
Closed to take my final bow,
The river flows straight from,
Autumn leaves to the old root,

Christmas lights and center stage,
Circus acts are stung by light,
The trapeze collapse off cue,
Into crowds and out of sight