I am holding half an acre Torn from the map of Michigan And folded in this scrap of paper Is a land I grew in Think of every town you've lived in Every
We were raised in the nettles And they showed us how they grow Where a poison comes to settle And what a poisoned man comes to know So me and Jessie,
Blue sky and yellow sun Paint the streets and the avenues You float over everyone In your rings and your wingtip shoes Well, I can't say I'll know you
(Dan Messe/Gary Maurer) Ten dollars for the room Torn blankets smell like old perfume Then love checks in, trips a wire, Skips the bill, sets a fire
Sometimes when I lay down at night I swear I can see to heaven For it's in dreaming that the things I always knew Are the only thoughts I have And when
We got married in a fever Hotter than a pepper sprout We've been talkin' 'bout Jackson Ever since the fire went out I'm goin' to Jackson I'm gonna mess
eye that looks at you And sees you, the same as before When you lay beside me every night Though now you are with me, no more I can still see the hem
The milk truck hauls the sun up And the paper hits the door The subway shakes my floor And I think about you Time to face the dawning gray Of another
(Traditional) The bed is too small for my tired head Bring me a hill soft with trees Tuck a cloud up under my chin
Broken moon in the sky Enough to pull up our eyes From the ground where we hide From the ground where we hide Gonna waste some time with you And let
I should wake up this town My heart's on fire Main road and no one's around As the flames climb higher I have been here before And I know the way But
Night like a river, banks are steep Carry my burden, bury my worry deep It's like she told me some time ago There's plenty for harvest, then the cold
I'll lay my head in a stranger's town All on a summer's day A tangled web when the lights went down And the sun came up far away And so over the great
Who's the girl inside of the blue screen light? The sun is just pouring out And everything is out of sight Turn around the room is just black and white
There's a man in a cutaway Buying drinks for the room All the cheer raining down on the day Comes to nothing and leaves by the broom On the streets named
Mean are the winds that tear at the palms A tiny baby is crying, then calms And curses ring out instead of the psalms I don't know And black are the
(Bob Hoffnar/Dan Messe) Old Adam the crow He's building a home in your field Where bitter weeds grow all around the corn Will you be the father That
Let's go out walking, I know where to meet The corner of Pacific Street 'Cause I feel restless and I just can't sleep I need to show you something See