LYRICS

TIRED ENGINE
The corner store is ready for your ordurves
a quarter after, I hear those windows rollin down
the steady roar of your tired engine's finally home
the afternoon of your silhouette is worn and torn

dear Sylvan, the red ashes always burn
say your prayers, don't forget the troubled world

Dear god, will you ever let me forget
you lay the scene like a four string quartet
anything can remind me of this troubled world

afterall I'm still involved, even in my bed
the stage outside is cyclical, and it brings me to my knees
the fresh sheets and the blowing the air, the cries and wheels and tears




MIDNIGHT RIDER
Its no good to lust in the heat
I try for, but I fall so fast
Oh how the others get to sleep
I can't no find fault, but my own

ten times a day, a new piece of fiction
I tell all these lies, but I keep both my eyes on you
the searing, the fury and I already burn
and blindly I get led back to the fire

its no good to burn when I'm already on fire
I fall and I get down, but I ain't no coward
I topple in over my head and I plunge
I softly ask my god, to give me more courage

so midnight when I'm riding, for my answers I'll get em still
you can't have those old days, everyday
the horses and the weather, they know every turn around
Im red eye, for that golden light ahead
the science that I know
has given me the time to grow
the science that I know
has given me the time to grow



ALL THAT YOU MIGHT
whenever they said you were through I never did believe that they knew
all that you might you could fight, but its clear that spirit chose you
and blessed my days I thank you for all that you left me and all that I learned

God will take good care of you
come back and see me anytime

these pedal bikes keep going faster and faster and its clear that I might never know
if you tape your wounds and you follow your dreams I know you ll come back to me
in some other form maybe a frog or a peach I never know what to expect from the world

God will take good care of you
come back and see me anytime

she's a young young young farmer outside of souix falls
she's the wind wind wind and I hear her playing in the mend
its a frail new world but the world it ain't gonna end

God will take good care of you
come back and see me anytime
God will take good care of you
come back and see me anytime

I remember that call so clear, I thought that I had it all
my ears kept ringing with the song you kept singing, it was hard to hear you speak
so come smile at me when I'm living my life the way that any man should



FIELDWORK
You ain’t dressed, for fieldwork today
And he sold you a lemon, but we still gotta get over that hill
so don’t go soft, don’t sit down, don’t put this on your head
Come on down, come on baby, and look what I got to say

No more fieldwork, and nothing left to trade for
Got me a couple of my own sins, left to endure
Push them down to get holy again, I push them around and around

Made my mind up, Im never gonna ask you for a thing
There ain’t no parts to find, and I loose myself in an empty plain,
Already on the run, no need to push the cog around the yard
I wonder if, I’ll ever, see the same rain rain again
I wonder if, I’ll ever, see the same rain rain again