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I found her sleeping in a Kansas truck stop
In the corner booth
Sheâd been waiting there for months
And thatâs the truth
She looked at me with wary eyes
Sheâd heard all my lies
She was not surprised
She only looked at me
And shook her head
Come back, come home
Iâm gathering the crumbs and the stones
Been travelling faster than my soul can go
One subject line, one click away
But at the end of the day
I couldnât even say
The things that I had done
So I spent the morning sweeping floors
I didnât want much more
Than to do just one thing at a time
And call it mine
Come back, come home
Iâm gathering the crumbs and the stones
Been travelling faster than my soul can go
Before songs were grooves and lines
Caught in jars like fireflies
The only place a song was held
Soft or razor-sharp
Was is in the heart
Mr. Gatling made a Gatling gun
He said it would end war
Who could send some motherâs son through such a door?
But the bullets move at the speed of cold
Drones do as theyâre told
And the men go home at night and kiss the wife
And watch TV
And never see all those souls untethered floating out to sea
Come back, come home
Weâre gathering the crumbs and the stones
Been travelling faster than our souls can go
Come back, come home
Weâre gathering the crumbs and the stones
Been travelling faster than our souls can go
Faster than our souls can go
Faster than our souls can go
- Álbum:
- The Beautiful Not Yet
- A Permeable Life
- Bare to the Bone
- My True Name
- Miscellaneous
- Before And After
- Everything Is Everywhere
- Kindred Spirits: A Collection
- The Geography of Light
- Singer-Songwriter Collection Volume 1
- Kerrville Folk Festival - 25th Anniversary Album
- The Gathering of Spirits
- Women of Kerrville Box
- The Silverwolf Years
- Women of Kerrville Vol. 3
- Kerrville Folk Festival
- Kerrville Folk Festival: The Silverwolf Years
- The Women of Kerrville Box Set (Live)
- The Women of Kerrville, Vol. 3 (Live)
- Live at the Buskirk-Chumley Theater