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