Wind Bitten (VII)

We woke along the prairie on a wind-bitten road
From here to North Dakota where the riders wrote their poems
Anywhere you wander on this humbly beaten world
You'll never see another way a sunrise here unfurls

You pointed to pictures that I leave beside the door
Askin' me the wrong things who they're of, what they're for
Let 'em fade away like memories in the snow
Find a place to think when you're feelin' so alone

How are your mornings so slow
We ain't got no neighbors to care what we sow
Where do you bury your own
We might lie forever to sleep under stone
In a cold pile of rocks down a wind-bitten road

I know somewhere you go where the grass gets in your eyes
Between your ears, and in your mind, she never lets you hide
Runnin' down that windy road to your front door
To find your lucky dime's just a chore for livin' more

Rain'll turn to sleet and it'll infiltrate your dreams
To freeze what was soggy it comes bustin' at the seams
Pushing out from inward like your deepest fear
Is her love a dirty glove that forced your hand to steer

How are your mornings so slow
We ain't got no neighbors to care what we sow
Where do you bury your own
We might lie forever to sleep under stone
In a cold pile of rocks down a wind-bitten road

It's the darkest in November
The dark will sleep here as I'm coming home
But the wind might come to see her
Just to tear away her bones
She seeks a weary comfort
From the wailings of news of the world
Slumbering right through the silence
She might not have heard

How are your mornings so slow
We ain't got no neighbors to care what we sow
Where do you bury your own
We might lie forever to sleep under stone
And hope that the wind never tears at her bones
Darkness will sleep here as I'm coming home
To a cold pile of rocks down a wind-bitten road