Well my name is not important You could say I've been around And my song it has been stolen like all others in this town I can tell the way I'm headed by the moss upon the trees I mean every word I've said And nothing means a thing to me I'm a man without a direction I'm a ship without a sea Meet me at the resurrection Say you'll save a place for me Now the sky is casting over There's a storm cloud rolling in I believe it could be months before I pa** this way again Count the scars on the horizon Count the birds up in the sky There's a dogwood at the crossing You can't miss it if you try And if you see me coming through the distant gra** Send a hand to clear the stones out of my path