SONGS OF FIRE

I'm bowing down on bended knee, The road goes farther than I can see, And no one in this world cares for me, I woke up this morning to the barren light, I woke up this morning not a soul in sight, For the ones I have loved are gone in the night, If I could just turn dust to diamonds, Or gather gold from the cold sun rising, The cruel hand of man would see defying, And my eyes would stop this endless crying. Listen to that Bridge Street Choir, Ringing out with songs of fire, Visions of that lonesome funeral pyre, As those flames grow higher and higher and higher

SUMMER RAIN
Everybody's talking, I've nothing to say, The woman I love has gone away. Oh and the summer rain comes pouring down. I wonder is it raining where ever she is right now, Everybody's rushing I've nowhere to go. The second hand is moving slow. Lost in the summer rain Nowhere to roam. Oh sweet summer rain Won't you bring her back home. I drink all night and I sleep all day, I'm upside down since you went away, Oh but the summer rain is coming down fast, I'm drowning in the summer rain, How long will it last, I'm walking in the summer rain, Til' the storm goes past. Walking through the summer rain. How long will it last?

THE IRON ROAD

Out upon the Iron road we heard the quiet sky come rumbling. Cursing us in danger but we knew we had to find the way. Walking on the iron road we heard about a brother wandering. Wandering to a place and where it was he would not say. Further on the open road we gazed upon the storm approaching. Bringing visions of a time a century of sorrow and of pain. Somewhere on the iron road we heard an empty voice come howling. Crying about a stranger who was down and drowned in shame. Take this shame. And turn it into laughter. On the iron road. We will forge it into light. Take my name. And speak it no longer. On the iron road. We will rise again. So fall into the flames and shed a tear for what I'm seeing. Lend a brother your right hand if you've got to give. For days like are numbered and the reason that we wander is lost upon me. But I will sing for a man who has no life left to live. Take this life and live it til' it's over, On the iron road. We'll mark the place where he lays. Take his name and cry it out louder. On the iron road  The sleepers lay tonight. Later after midnight fell a lightning bolt came came crashing. Striking on the stones that did glow with a serpent light. At the dying of the iron road we heard the burning sky come pleading. Asking for an end to this long and cursed fight. Take this fight and face it til' it's over. Though this iron road will beat us in the end. Let the breezes blow the ash into dead roses. On the iron road they will grow again. Take this sky and tear it open. On the iron road we remember him tonight. On the iron road we recall Joe Hill tonight.

NOTHING'S GONNA CHANGE ME NOW
Nothing's gonna change me now. I'll get through somehow. I'm slowing down. On a poison ground. Nothing's gonna change me now, If I pass this way, I won't have nothing to say, I'm just working through, these dreams of you. If I pass this way. I fall to pieces, on those cruel shattered days. The strain it unleashes, in mysterious ways. Crying won't help me now, I don't care anyhow. For in my heart. I'm torn apart. Crying won't help me now, It's a crying shame, no one's to blame. Nothings gonna change me now.

BALLAD OF A LOST BROTHER

Listen. Listen to me. Get up off your chair. Go on and stand for it. Go out and get some air. Head on into the truck. With every ding with every rust spot. You count on your luck. That the vapors and fumes in the tank will assist in your trip. Go on head down to town to that storage locker. Start digging around. Don't leave it for your kids. Once you're gone from here they'll be saddled with the horrors. Everything you've collected and stashed and hid. Get rid of those old papers and burn em tonight in the yard. All those numbers you thought you needed its not that hard. Take your prize guitars and don't stay in tune. They make the best kindling underneath the new moon and those boxes of photos. Are they really necessary? There just gonna confuse your kids and all the rest. When they have to dig through that mess and feel guilty to throw anything away. Meanwhile you are eternally at rest. So go ahead down to town with your wonky pick-up. Pick up all that stuff and take it to the heat. Count yourself lucky if you wake tomorrow. Count yourself lucky if you can find yourself a good night's sleep anyhow... once you get a belly full of town. And you head back out. ....satisfied you live in the middle of nowhere.