Bottom of a Grave

Dime short sleeping on a bus stop
Time short hiding from the rain
Soggy blanket ink staining my suit who said
You can't go home said you can't go home again

Old elm creaking on the hill top
Old rope hanging from the branch
Old man swinging from the noose old
Dirt road cuts through the fields like an avalanche

And I will walk that road
For a thousand years

One step leading back home again
One step to sacrifice your fears

One step on a stony top boulevard
Cross the great divide crashing in like a wave

I gotta look up to heaven
To see the bottom of the grave

Dry corn whither in the red sky
Cracked pots spouting the profane
Bent busted band playing rusty old blues who said
You can't go home said you can't go home again

Each step walking down that dirt road
Each step slower than the last
Left right left right into that good night
Don't go gentle, nail the tattered flag to the mast

And I will walk that road
For a thousand years

One step leading back home again
One step to sacrifice your fears

One step on a stony top boulevard
Cross the great divide crashing in like a wave

I gotta look up to heaven
To see the bottom of the grave

Sun setting at my back
Hasn't moved an inch in days
The storm swirling in my heart
I can't find a resting place

Gilded fields look like an ocean
The road before me like a bridge
There's music softly playing
Just over the next ridge

So I'll take a step before me
And I'll take a look behind
'Cause I hear my mother Weeping
I hear Mt mother crying

Beg for a drop of water from the big sky
Pray for just a drop in my hand
Who said
You can't go home said you can't go home again

Who said
You can't
Go home
Said you can't go home again

And I will walk that road
For a thousand years

One step leading back home again
One step to sacrifice your fears

One step on a stony top boulevard
Cross the great divide crashing in like a wave

I gotta look up to heaven
To see the bottom of the grave