John Stewart - Some Lonesome Picker lyrics

I often get the feeling that I'm talking to the wind And no-one hears, no-one listens in Then I start singing songs And the music makes the whole world feel like home Sing a song and you're not alone Lilly McLean, you are standing in the rain And you are cold, you are hungry and afraid You are waiting for a sunrise A sunrise makes you feel so very small Darling Lilly, aren't we all? Oh I'm believing, believing Believing, that even when I'm gone Maybe some lonesome picker will Find some healing in this song Julie get the gun, Julie throw it in the river Let it roll far on out to sea Let it carry the confusion The hatred and the worry here in me River rolling out to sea Oh I'm believing, believing Believing, that even when I'm gone Maybe some lonesome picker will Find some healing in this song Maybe some lonesome picker will Find some healing in this song