Son Volt Album

Sky cracks open, walls falling to the floor
Just as well to keep it, a guessing game in store
You're with me now, will be again
All other points in between
And the cruel, cruel mornings
Have turned to days of swim or sink

If living right is easy, what goes wrong
You're causing it to drown
Didn't want to turn that way
You're causing it to drown
Doesn't make a difference now
You're causing it to drown
Silence knows, can't drown a heart

Happenstance is falling through the cracks each day
Too close now to change it, fool's gold is lighter anyway
When in doubt, move on, no need to sort it out
You're with me now, will be again
All other points in between
And I want to find the right side of you

If living right is easy, what goes wrong
You're causing it to drown
Didn't want to turn that way
You're causing it to drown
Doesn't make a difference now
You're causing it to drown
Silence knows, can't drown a heart

When in doubt, move on, no need to sort it out
You're with me now, will be again
All other points in between
And I want to find the right side of you

If living right is easy, what goes wrong
You're causing it to drown
Didn't want to turn that way
You're causing it to drown
Doesn't make a difference now
You're causing it to drown
Silence knows, can't drown a heart

Now and then it keeps you running
It never seems to die
The trail's spent with fear
Not enough living on the outside

Never seem to get far enough
Staying in between the lines
Hold on to what you can
Waiting for the end
Not knowing when

May the wind take your troubles away
May the wind take your troubles away
Both feet on the floor, two hands on the wheel,
May the wind take your troubles away

Trying to make it far enough, to the next time zone
Few and far between past the midnight hour
Never feel alone, you're really not alone

Switching it over to AM
Searching for a truer sound
Can't recall the call letters
Steel guitar and settle down
Catching an all-night station somewhere in Louisiana
It sounds like 1963, but for now it sounds like heaven

May the wind take your troubles away
May the wind take your troubles away
Both feet on the floor, two hands on the wheel,
May the wind take your troubles away

May the wind take your troubles away
May the wind take your troubles away

Reality, it burns,
The way we're living is worse.
The pillars of inspiration are all falling down,
The clean-up won't work while the fallout goes on.

And it's now or never, too close to the latter,
We're all living proof that nothing lasts.

Standing in the neutral zone,
Living on sleep deprivation,
The rural route sleeps while the city bleeds, all over itself,
Over the falls in a barrel is where the answers have gone.

And it's now or never, too close to the latter
We're all living proof that nothing lasts.
And it's here for now, transient tomorrow,
We're all living proof that nothing lasts.

Another road remains, but it provides no more,
It can only take us away.
Southbound, you can taste the weather,
It feels like home.

And it's now or never, too close to the latter,
We're all living proof that nothing lasts.
And it's here for now, transient tomorrow,
We're all living proof that nothing lasts.

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Miliage has taken its toll
Payed it with lines to show
You've had your fill of asphalt
Cough tremors and smoke filled doors
Look like the habit controls you
Look like you need a rest
Made it to the timber line
Don't know what to expect

God knows you don't need it
Too early you might be the one
Find yourself somewhere else
Too early in the sun

Song strains distant over
Barroom drink filled roar
The old folk singer lays it down
Not for long, no longer ignored
Spinning tales of temptation
Gambling days lost and won
No crimes committed here
Too much habit could be the one

God knows you don't need it
Too early you might be the one
To find yourself somewhere else
Too early in the sun

Never seen half of what you've seen
Real life never quite adds up
The road goes on when the faces don't
Word of mouth never tells the truth
Like to hear your story told
With a two-step beat and rhyme
Could be Tennessee or Texas
On and on, that road winds

God knows, you don't need it
Too early, you might be the one
To find yourself somewhere else
Too early in the sun

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Walking down Main Street
getting to know the concrete
Looking for a purpose
from a neon sign
I would meet you anywhere
the western sun meets the air
We'll hit the road
never looking behind

Can you deny
there's nothing greater
nothing more than
the travelling hands of time
St. Genevieve can hold back the water
Saints dont bother
with the tear stained eye

Seeing traces
of the stars that came before
Hitting the pavement
still asking for more
When the hours don't move along
worn out wood and familiar songs
To hear your voice is not enough
It's more than a shame

Can you deny
there's nothing greater
nothing more than
the travelling hands of time
St. Genevieve can hold back the water
Saints dont bother
with the tear stained eye

Like a man said
rode hard and put away wet
Throw away the bad news
Just put it to rest
If learning is living
and the truth is a state of mind
you'll find it's better
at the end of the line

Can you deny
there's nothing greater
nothing more than
the travelling hands of time
St. Genevieve can hold back the water
Saints dont bother
with the tear stained eye

One-way streets and square one,
The answers don't come from any one direction.
Not a care in the world, no better way to go,
It's fine here, watching it go down.

Half the trouble's in the asking,
And I know you're not the kind to wait around,
Taking chances with no intent to make a killing,
Too much living is no way to die.

Loose string,
Find the pieces don't fit in.
Loose string,
Coming up for air again and again.
Loose string,
Too much living is no way to die.

See the ground, sinking 'round,
Tomorrow's a card to play.
Same old words heard in storms,
Repeated doom,
Too many rules, it will bleed you dry.

Half the trouble's in the asking,
And I know you're not the kind to wait around,
Taking chances with no intent to make a killing,
Too much living is no way to die.

Loose string,
Find the pieces don't fit in.
Loose string,
Coming up for air again and again.
Loose string,
Too much living is no way to die.

Said you haven't seen it all,
Just keep on searching for just one single reason.

Half the trouble's in the asking,
And I know you're not the kind to wait around,
Taking chances with no intent to make a killing,
Too much living is no way to die.

Loose string,
Find the pieces don't fit in.
Loose string,
Coming up for air again and again.
Loose string,
Loose string.

There will be droughts and days inundated
unveilings free from saturation
departures raised with no masquerading.
There will be teachers that die by their own hand
pundits that push headlong for atonement
friends and followers devoted to living.
There will be watchers that plot from in confines
and those committed to society's circles
unwary cogs with no cadence or virtue.
There will be right, there will be wrong.
Drop of the hat and it's already started
Just like that and the deed is done
What I'd give for the hat to be medicine
The time is now to be on the run.

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