Jeffrey Foucault - Northbound 35 lyrics

Northbound 35 Through the iron hills Under infidel skies It's two hundred miles to drive You won't be home I saw an elsebound train On the overpa** In the driving rain Every ticket costs the same For where you can't go CHORUS: Mustang horses, champagne gla**es Anything frail anything wild It's the price of living motion What's beautiful is broken And grace is just the measure of a fall So I rolled into your town I pa**ed the smokestacks And the ore docks down off of Main And the sky spun around With her diamonds on fire We fought all night and then we danced In your kitchen You were as much in my hands As water or darkness or nothing Can ever be held CHORUS It's just flashes that we own Little snapshots Made of breath and of bone And out on the darkling plain alone They light up the sky It's 51 and driving south Ain't it funny How things'll turn out I never even kissed you on the mouth When we said goodbye