Lyrics

If it wasn't for the blinding sun I might enjoy the view I'm trying to pick the ripest words to use to describe to You all the ordinary things within my line of sight I just wanted to write It's only been eleven days, I wonder if I'll last But the room's just how I like 'em, I'm molested of it's past I got books for if I'm bored, a door to open when it's hot To think it's ever not Like afternoons when clouds come and hang low over the plains A gentle rapture grips the people out here when it rains They dream and wake to find it gone as quickly as it came And everything's the same And all around The dust spins And plays across the ground But you and I are changeable by millionths of degrees Our compasses spin wild and we're blown 'round by the breeze We land to find the secrets and the people who confess them We just wanna learn but never to possess them So I go down to meet the raucous din that fills the bar most nights I seek out conversation and deftly avoid the fights One says if we're all of this earth, and on the earth we dwell We can take out what's in the earth as well Another seems to be amused that I came here by choice And it hits you, all the miles you travel just to find a voice For all these ends and loose threads that need pulling in your brain To know that you are strange And all around The dust spins And plays across the ground I try to understand the solar system till it hurts my head I decide to make it relative with objects 'round my bed If the earth is on my pillow and the sun lies in the sink Then we're closer than we think Your father took me up to show the house upon the hill We pushed through racks of dusty clothes to find your old room still As it was when once into, with arms of wood, he crept To warm you while you slept I can picture you now waking to another frosty morning The winter birds all carol for the places they were born in Your little heart beats fast and sends a flush to your cheeks red And you get out of bed Are there ways that you can read my thoughts across the great divide Can you tell I'm thinking of you as if you're here by my side Do they reach you as a shiver when you're up hiking 'neath the trees Or as a pollen in the air that makes you sneeze And on the air The dust plays And gets in everywhere Now nighttime travels over me with all the stars aboard A freight train leaves for somewhere and it blows an eerie chord And I'll sign off this letter, might chop the ends and fold it And send it off tomorrow and then hope that someday soon your hands will hold it