We drank together by the light of the moonīuilt a fire and slept when the ground chooses you and wake up with the morning sun I saw you first from the back of the room One by one all the whiskey that got drunk, nothing ever felt as good as you One by one all the living that we done, how the days they seemed so long and true You could do anything on the court and field, but you preferred getting high on the roof of the motel Grew tall and straight around the backwood stills Let our children lead s’we all believe, let us see the forest for the treesĬame of age racing round the Georgia hills In the age of feast and famine can we disrupt the social canon One nation under something, under water, under mass incarceration Now I’m feeling kind of faint, I think I need to lay downĪll this time we pledge allegiance to the tune of a thousand treasons We finally made it here but now the light is low. Oh my love can I just sit and hold your face. Told me when I got outside, I started using as soon as I was alone that nightĪll this time, time is speeding, hard to recognize the life we’re leaving Oh the happiest moment of my life, was the saddest moment of my life It’s time to trip the light of the evening and go nowĪnd in this land there’s shade and shadow, we break bread and consecrate the battleĬradle to the grave, sword to the saddle, it’s each other we will miss What can I say to you all, it’s fair to say, no words will doĪll this time, time is speeding, it’s hard to recognize the life we’re leading I saw it for a second but then the light was fadingĬan I help it if I can’t help it now, all the stories I tell myself Like the black man trying to breathe, or the woman that’s never believedīleeding on and on and on and sell our soulĪsk me why I was crying, said I stubbed my toe and I wanted to blame the roots of the trees for pushing up the concrete but now I know Like the soldier trying to leave, the mother trying to sleepĪbout our current state, about the current of hateīleeding on and on and on to sell our soulĪsked me why I was crying, said I stubbed my toe, and I wanted to blame the roots of the trees for pushing up the concrete but now I know I thought about the little choices we made along and the song played on as if it didn’t know In the air I looked down at the time, and mistook it for the radio Saw the coins on the dashboard truck and decide that they could float On the way back looking straight ahead, we were hypnotized by the road The time to tell me anything or the time to let her goīut I guess it wasn’t a good time to press, so I guess I’ll never know, I’ll never know I asked him if it worked when he got back, he said he didn’t have the time He went to Hyannis to let go of Alice for the third and final time
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