Late winter mornings
Mending my fences
I'd smoke cigarettes
And let the dogs chase the finches
Oh, how they'd flutter
When they'd lift from the ground
How my life felt sweeter when you were
Honey when you were
You were around
Well I cut right up the middle
Kept it swinging like a pendulum blade
'til I cut that tender belly to reveal the darkness hidden away
I spent all my goddamn money
From a tour payout and took her out on the town
And somewhere out in the middle
I swear to god the stars burnt out
Now I don't believe in a center of gravity
There's a force up in the world
But it surely isn't holding me
So I stood at your mirror and I watched you undress
I remember all too clear the words you said when I left
She said “Away you go
And may the same highway bring you back home”
She said, “Away you go
And may the same highway bring you back home
'cause when you get home
You know we'll get stoned
And if the city stays froze
We'll sleep in our clothes
Behind the front door
Let them circle like wolves
We'll hide evermore
From a world waged in war
And maybe we can meet them at the Hi-Dive
'round seven or eight;
A beer and some whiskey for the shaking in your leg
And if you ever get to thinking about home
That's when you'll see
It's been here along. It's been here all along.”
Late winter mornings, out mending my fences