I lay awake til morning, mind racing through the gloom
I practice shadow puppets on my side of the room
You softly snore beside me as I make the gures dance
Until nally I’m laughing at the random path of chance
It’s time to talk to Joseph
Gonna pack my little sack
ere isn’t much I really need
To wander o the track
I’ll be sleeping under ledges
Eating what I nd
I’ll read the reaching branches
Strum your heartstrings in my mind
I think I’ll head on up the north bank, turn left up Campbell’s creek
ere’s an old grey man that lives up there and his counsel now I seek
ose twisting nooks and crannies, those hollers dark and deep
Are calling to me in my dreams, whenever I can sleep
It’s time to talk to Joseph
Gonna pack my little sack
ere isn’t much I really need
To wander o the track
I’ll be sleeping under ledges
Eating what I nd
I’ll read the reaching branches
Strum your heartstrings in my mind
ere’s too many threads to follow and it seems the only way
Is to dive into the darkness that leads me into day
Don’t worry bout me darling, I’m comin back again
My spirit will be stronger from a power deep within
It’s time to talk to Joseph
Gonna pack my little sack
ere isn’t much I really need
To wander o the track
I’ll be sleeping under ledges
Eating what I nd
I’ll read the reaching branches
Strum your heartstrings in my mind