Taught to be Proud

I was taught to be proud of where I come from
And I'm so sad that I'm the only one
Like a cold preacher boy talking only to himself
How did he think that he got to promised lands

Sometimes I'm confused and I don't know where I'm going
Mistaking gentle rivers for that cold wind a-blowing
And I'm always sure of an angel when she gets here
But I never see her coming and I miss her when she disappears

But it's gone, gone, gone
Not gone for long
If you're taught to be proud of where you come from

Gone, gone, gone
Not gone for long
If you're taught to be proud of where you come from

It's hard to be cool when you're playing for the prophets
They really know if you got it or you lost it
I’ll sing this song and I don't know where it came from
Reminds me of a mountainside to stand upon and gently hum

Cause it's gone, gone, gone
Not gone for long
If you're taught to be proud of where you come from

Gone, gone, gone
Not gone for long
If you're taught to be proud of where you come from

Sometimes I'm confused
I don't know where I'm going
Mistaking gentle rivers for that cold wind a-blowing
And I'm always sure of an angel when she gets here
But I never seen her coming and I miss her when she disappears

And it's gone, gone, gone
Not gone for long
You're taught to be proud of where you come from

Gone, gone, gone
Not gone for long
Taught to be proud

Ten Billion Years

The moon is just a hunk of stone
Sculpted by her lover’s hands
She’ll never shine while she’s alone
Or turn her back to us on land

Our interstellar ocean gulfs
Are turbulent with storms unknown
And time is only space transversed
By waves of radio unowned

It took ten billion years
To look across the void
It took ten billion years to find a friend

I’ve heard them say it all might end
By fire or ice or a bad decision
And friends, we’ll all melt to one
Where it all begins again

Texas

It’s a long way from here to Texas
Why’d you want to move away from here
If you’re from California they won’t take your driver license
It’s clear they don’t like us

Lets go to Reno before it snows there
My cousin’s got a farm an hour from there
I hear the state’s building a prison next door
And they won’t farm there much more

Don’t depend on them for nothing
They don’t know where it ends or begins
If you’re true, relax, we’ll get through
These hard times fine

Do the clouds appear more real
Than the road you’re riding on
Does the fence that travels with you on each side
Reach up to the sky?

So you’re bringing home a paycheck
To the girl you met in school
Are you thinking about having children
And what you’ve got to loose?

Don’t depend on them . . .

You used to play the guitar
And sing a song from time to time
Did you think that you would get far
And leave this behind?

Don’t depend on them . . .

Think She'd Be Pretty

Think she’d be pretty
If it weren’t for the scars on her face
And on her back will rise
Cherry blossoms of pain

Neutral I met her
And neutral I tried to stay
Though blown by her breath
As if I had sails

How many holes can you count
In the palms of her hands
Drawn there by pens
That she stole from the liquor store

How many smiles can she crack
In the course of a day
Or crush in a night
Just to watch ‘em slip away

Think she’d be pretty
If it weren’t for the stars in her eyes
Burning through space
And into my mind

Riding in a camel is the way
I remember her best
Sloppy with her ash
And messing up her dress

How many teeth can you pull
From the base of her spine
To put in a box
With the needles from her eyes

I know I sound confused
But what’s the point of being clear
I think that I’m alone
But I know that she’s here

I’ve been holding on too long I’ve got to go
Morning lights a pretty path down the road

Think she’d be pretty
If it weren’t for the scum on her teeth
She leaves in the sink
In a bathroom she won’t clean

Painted a heart
And she threw it on the floor
I painted in black
And threw it out the door

Think she’d be pretty
If she was but don’t so she’s not
All I do is think
If the things she hasn’t got

How can we live in a world
That’s so insane
To hide from ourselves
Such a beautiful brain

I’ve been holding on too long I’ve got to go
Morning lights a pretty path down the road

I’m sure we’ve exhausted
Everything we’ve ever wanted
Why don’t we get up and then
Why don’t we get up and then
I’m sure there’s nothing to it
Why don’t we just go and do it
I’m sure I’ll meet you down the road

Thirteen Palms

There I was
Just thirteen palms
And nothing else is there for miles
The shack a came across
Was built with cinder blocks
The roof was tin
I looked within
The sun’s too bright
I can see only flies
Winking out
I’m looking in
I begin thinking out loud
Like a cloud turns to rain
I send my words across
This threshold to be lost
In the darkness

But I am not alone
I’m not alone

There I was
Just thirteen palm
No other man stands for miles
I came across your shack
At the end of the foot track
Through the bad lands

Three Dollars

The people that you meet
Are smiling all the while
The callused hand you greet
Offer up a simple style

People come and go
But all the ones you know
Keep on traveling to the show
Just to hear the music grow

I haven’t bathed in weeks
Feeling strung out on the meds
From all those lost souls
Offering the cure for my head

But I don’t refuse them
Sometimes I know I should
Don’t want to feel like I’ve used them
I know I surely would

Come together in the mountains
And meet me at the sea
Driving westward on teusday
Skating on ice patches in the dark
In the dark

Fly me over your place
After the show is done
Got some beer right here in my suitcase
Have you got the weed to fill my lungs

Got three dollars in my pocket
Just enough to see me through
‘Til I get back to my girl
Where my love keeps shining through

Two Chairs

These two chairs
These last few months
These bills to pay
These tired walk ways

My love for you
And the love I don’t got
The last song just before
The needle picks up

And the kids just don’t understand
But they’ve got a rockin’ roll band

Its hard I know
But I can’t give up
Where would I go
If I had to break it up

There’s no one to say
There’s no one to trust
Who are they
I don’t even know if I’m one of us

And the kids . . .

And every song is the last
Unless they say it’s the first
Catching sight of land
Just before you die of thirst

These two chairs
For me and you
Where you’ll grow old
And I will too