Woorden:
Cowboy Junkies Miles From Our Home

bone He could not help but hang his eyes Her beauty held him so If this was not a state of grace Then grace he'd never know I want to yell farewell from

sky slowly turning golden The cowards at His feet loudly laughing Loved ones stumbling homeward their words reeling Red tail above my head quietly soaring Waters turn from

had a blue guitar A blue guitar to play all night long Singing songs of loss and love Singing songs till morning comes Ghosts in the basement, screams from

Hold on honey, there's a new dawn coming And a big bird to sweep you away Are you born yet? Are you listening? Are you sick of staring at the walls?

Place my body on the funeral pyre Cut it loose to float downstream Leave it frozen on mountain top Suspend it high to be picked clean You said never

will you share these sights with us? When will we hold you in our arms? And people will tell them We're miles from our home, Miles from our home.

your daddy Never will be coming back Again At the end of the rainbow Again, No words to be found Just this voice sad and alone Me wishing I was home

Purple sky slowly turning golden. Cowards at his feet loudly laughing. Loved ones stumbling homeward Their words reeling. Red Tail above my head quietly soaring. Waters turn from

When will you share these sights with us? When will we hold you in our arms? And people will tell them We're miles from our home, Miles from our home