End of the Road

We leave the light on in the kitchen 

So it won’t be dark when we come home

There’s no lamp to light the streets

That’s how it goes at the end of the road

I can hear the night full stars

I can hear the beat of hearts

And I still hear the noise of distant city

Pulsing in my veins like a runaway train

Strap on your boots before you go

To shovel the drive again of snow

Take the worn path you’ve walked before

It starts at the end of the road

I can see the mountain glow

She’s showing off her dress of snow

And I still hear the noise of distant city

Pulsing in my veins like a runaway train

Keep your first impression

The smell of the air, the sting of the smoke

there’s only stark and bold expression

where ever you go, at the end of the road

I can feel the cold press in

Busy is the devil’s sin

And I still hear the noise of distant city

Pulsing in my veins like a runaway train

Cross the Line

I don’t go looking in the weeds

I don’t go running in the dark

I don’t go searching by the side of the road

for the things that will break my heart

I take the straight and narrow path

I walk it all the time

But I tripped when the dirt beneath my feet

Washed away and across the line

I don’t think of your name in the depths of the night

I don’t know no pain ‘cause you don’t hold me tight

Seal it up inside a jar, you know I will be fine

You and I we do not cross the line

There’s a picture in a frame

Corner table and a light

And the cars paint shadows on the wall

And erase them through the night

They burn a question in my mind

Where do we turn our sights

To the fault in the road

Or the crack in the heart that is sealed up tight

I don’t think of your name in the depths of the night

I don’t know no pain ‘cause I don’t hold you tight

Seal it up inside a jar, you know we do it all the time

You and I we do not cross the line

Let the shelf collect the dust

Out of reach and out of mind

Don’t go looking with the words that you hide

Or go seeking with the words you find

I don’t go looking in the weeds

I don’t go running in the dark

I don’t go searching by the side of the road

for the things that will break my heart

I don’t go searching by the side of the road

For the things that will crack my heart

Flame

Flame, Flame

Reaching for the sky

Red, red embers 

Smoke is rising high

I only packed one bag when I left my home

Just shut the door behind me closed

I didn’t turn around for one last look

When I felt the heat upon my cheek

Had to take to the road, join the caravan

Ten thousand wheels upon the land

And we drove on through to the next ghost town

Leave a tear to moist the ground

He stayed behind with a pick and a hose

And a prayer to hold on through the night cause some they choose…

Now it’s a quiet street since that summer night

Im at home but it don’t seem right

And I think my luck might have run its course

When I see the view from my front porch

Sleep

You know the night is dark

Shadows cast their mark

You think you’re hearing a whispered tune

That’s just my love inside this room

Darkness makes you small

Backed up against the wall

You fear the silence inside this gloom

But my love is hear inside this room

So sleep

Don’t fear, don’t weep

Sleep

Adjust your eyes in twilight

Sparrows nestled in the night

When morning will not come too soon

My love is here inside this room

Now think yourself a moth

Float the light across

And even if there is no moon

My love is here inside this room

So sleep

Don’t fear, don’t weep

Sleep

Tree

My grandfather planted a tree

He watered it well, so tenderly

He kept it from harm

Did he do that for me?

My grandfather planted a tree

My father, he grew with that tree

Branches and limbs knew elbows and knees

He changed with the seasons

He turned with the leaves

My father, he grew with that tree

But I walked from the shade of that tree

Far as my feet would carry me

Bathed in the sunlight

Sweet reverie

I walked from the shade of that tree

Now my daughter comes asking of me

Where are the stories of our canopy?

The marks of the heartwood

Where would these be?

My daughter comes asking of me

In my mind’s eye I turn to the tree

Fruit on the vine, harvest to be

The seasons have ravaged

They’ve scattered the seeds

Now I lean on the roots of this tree

Keep The Light On

How I’ve missed that crackling fire

The amber glow, the evening choir

The single match, the sulfur strike

Slow burn into the night

Keep the light on, Keep the light on, Keep the light on, im coming home

I was lost in the dark, I was lost in the day

Every tempting road would lead my feet to stray

I’ve been away so long, I’ve been away so deep 

I can still feel the rhythm move beneath my feet

Keep the light on, Keep the light on

Keep the light on, im coming home

I’ve heard it said but I would not believe

I can walk away I can surely leave

But the warm familiar like a second skin

It lays me down and picks me up again

Keep the light on, Keep the light on

Keep the light on, im coming home

I left the records on the shelf

I sing alone all by myself

And you can bet I’m not the only one 

that keeps on dancing when the needle’s done

Keep the light on, Keep the light on

Keep the light on, im coming home

One day I will surely cease

Spread my dust and ashes ‘neath the tall pine trees

And be still the hands that still the heart

that spill the word that tears apart

Keep the light on, Keep the light on

Keep the light on, im coming home

Get It In The Bucket

Darlin be a dear won’t you help me honey

Gotta bring in the crops, gotta make a little money

Don’t eat ‘em all up im gonna bake a few pies

Sell ‘em at the market so that we can get by

Get ‘em in the bucket

Get ‘em in the bucket

Keep your aim true honey

Get ‘em in the bucket

Take a bill for the whole, a coin for the slice

Keep the change oh darlin for our beans and rice

Don’t go whetting your whistle or running to the track 

Drop the money in the bucket and then come on back

Get ‘em in the bucket

Get ‘em in the bucket

Keep your aim true honey

Get ‘em in the bucket

But you come home loud and you come home late

You’ve got a whole in your pocket and a drunkard’s gait

You can sleep it on off with the dog in the barn

Don’t go making a mess of my blueberry farm

Get ‘em in the bucket

Get ‘em in the bucket

Keep your aim true honey

Get ‘em in the bucket

Nothing But Now

Come on move a little closer

Slide on down

You got nothing to hide from

Bring yourself around

I’m not waiting, who’s waiting

You got nothing to wait for now

You’ve got nothing but now

So let’s remember 

How to forget

Flow down the river of no regrets

So darlin please lay down your worries

We will find worries some other time 

Let’s not be careless

Or too proud

Just a tiny spark can burn it down

It might be stone, stone, stone

It might be cards

Just an unkind word can loose the hounds

It’s in the eyes that hide the story 

That spill the song you’d have sung

So let’s make some music

Sweet music

We’ve got nothing wait for

We’ve got nothing but now