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Well, it’s 3 a.m. again, like it always seems to be.
Drivin' northbound, drivin' homeward, drivin' wind is drivin' me.
And it just seems so funny that I always end up here,
Walkin' outside in the storm while lookin' way up past the tree-line—it’s been
Some time.…
Give me darkness when I’m dreamin'.
Give me moonlight when I’m leavin'.
Give me shoes that weren’t made for standin'.
Give me tree-line; give me big sky; get me snow-bound; give me rain clouds.
Give me a bed time…just
Sometimes.
Now you’re talkin' in my room, but there ain’t nobody here
'Cause I’ve been drivin' like a trucker: I've been wearin' through the gears.
And trainin' like a soldier, I’ve been burnin' through this sorrow.
The only talkin' lately is that
Background radio.…
You were my friend, and I was the same.
Ridin' that hope was like catchin' some train.
Now I just walk—well, I don’t mind the rain.
I'm singin' so much softer than I did back then.
Well, the night, I think, is darker than we can really say,
And God’s been livin' in that ocean, sendin' us all the big waves.
And I wish I was a sailor so I could know just how to trust.
Maybe I could bring some grace back home to the Dryland for each of us.
Say what you say—you say it so well.
Just say you will wait, like snow on the rail.
I'm combin' that train yard for some kind of sign.
Even my own self, it just don’t seem mine.
Give me darkness when I’m dreamin'.
Give me moonlight when I’m leavin'.
Give me mustang horse and muscle—oh, I won’t be goin' gentle.
Give me slant-eye looks when I’m lyin'; give me fingers when I’m cryin'.
And I ain’t out there to cheat you; see, I killed that damn coyote in me….
Drivin' northbound, drivin' homeward, drivin' wind is drivin' me.
And it just seems so funny that I always end up here,
Walkin' outside in the storm while lookin' way up past the tree-line—it’s been
Some time.…
Give me darkness when I’m dreamin'.
Give me moonlight when I’m leavin'.
Give me shoes that weren’t made for standin'.
Give me tree-line; give me big sky; get me snow-bound; give me rain clouds.
Give me a bed time…just
Sometimes.
Now you’re talkin' in my room, but there ain’t nobody here
'Cause I’ve been drivin' like a trucker: I've been wearin' through the gears.
And trainin' like a soldier, I’ve been burnin' through this sorrow.
The only talkin' lately is that
Background radio.…
You were my friend, and I was the same.
Ridin' that hope was like catchin' some train.
Now I just walk—well, I don’t mind the rain.
I'm singin' so much softer than I did back then.
Well, the night, I think, is darker than we can really say,
And God’s been livin' in that ocean, sendin' us all the big waves.
And I wish I was a sailor so I could know just how to trust.
Maybe I could bring some grace back home to the Dryland for each of us.
Say what you say—you say it so well.
Just say you will wait, like snow on the rail.
I'm combin' that train yard for some kind of sign.
Even my own self, it just don’t seem mine.
Give me darkness when I’m dreamin'.
Give me moonlight when I’m leavin'.
Give me mustang horse and muscle—oh, I won’t be goin' gentle.
Give me slant-eye looks when I’m lyin'; give me fingers when I’m cryin'.
And I ain’t out there to cheat you; see, I killed that damn coyote in me….
