From the recording Portrait
Lyrics
Hey lately don't you see me here by the side of the road
I'm openly exposed and it's cold
I've been wandering cuz I've been told
that wandering's good for a broken soul
but now I'm old and dreaming of a home
Of a home of my own
with someone there to hold
cuz there's a chill wind
blowing back my heavy load
an' I don't think I can make it on my own
I'm shaving my head I'm gonna sell all my clothes
I'm going down with the devil
I'm coming up like a rose
I'm tearing out my heart strings 'til each and every hidden thing is shown
an' I'll sing, I'll sing anything
cuz eveything goes
but there ain't nobody who cares
cuz everybody knows
Your story is only as good
as all the secrets you'll disclose
an' that's a tender situation
but it's the pen that's to my throat
It's a light that's from the outside
that let's the people in
It's a measure of what's holy
It's the nature of all sin
It's The Dying Of A Painted Bird
A woman in the grass
The language of the setting sun
The quick pain in my chest (rest)
Hey bunny out running through the snow
I wish I had some of that get up and go
but it's too damn cold