Horse Feathers Where I'll Be
Lonely up North,
Never in between always just back and forth.
It's there that she sees,
As her train passed the sound,
from the south,
She was trapped northbound.
I'll say it sweet,
You're younger than I have ever known how to be.
With those two eyes wide,
Every night close them shut,
To hide from this cold changing tide.
It's not a lack of will but a lack of time.
It's the road and the miles of it that's on your mind.
Come hear me out,
It's not a lease,
You can come when you want, leave when you please.
Lonely up North,
Never in between always back and forth.
You're doing time,
Another town in the pines,
Raining more,
Than the one you left behind.
So it goes out west,
It's a blurring line.
It's best that you find. . .
It's not a lack of will but a lack of time.
It's the road and the miles of it that's on your mind.
What you get is exactly what you see.
But,
If it's where you are that's where I'll be.
