I have paid my debts sometimes With awkward silences I was given two ears of corn and the [? bow] I ate the one and sowed the other And, brother, I aim straight for the road And, brother, I aim straight for the road
With my wings in one hand and lead in the other From the crossroads to the shore What the horizon only tells to us ghosts Is that when it's quiet in our heart We become the diesel We become the smoke We become the prairie We become the spark And the only song Coming in on the radio (Only song on the radio...) And the only song Coming in on the radio
Well you take that map of the falling sky And lay it across your heart And the loneliness between us Is right where you are And the loneliness between us Is right where you are