Song Description

folk-rock, edgy guitar-vocal: seeker on highway has mystical experience of the morning after a long, gritty run

Lyrics

i went out looking for a muse
some dirty angel i could use
and i found her by the highway in some little bar
she was holding out for hire and i said i couldn?t buy her
but with some talking and persuading i got her into my car
we went riding down the road, i was ready to reload
she was laughing in the backseat, yelling out the window
so i left her standing in the foothills of the morning

it was the middle of missouri, it was three in the morning
conoco was standing like a city on the hill
always running not arriving,
i was driving to keep on driving
but i had to stop for gas and take a piss
i walked in through the door, there were three kids with a porn
and i walked down to the bathroom
like i?d been there before
i was climbing the walls, climbing the walls of the morning

only knows, rain don?t fall down on this dry land
only knows, what goes on around here

sometimes the truth is hard to find
it?s like walking a straight line when the road ain?t very true
and you ain?t been down here before
and the drinking just don?t drown it
and the women just arouse it
until you wake up out of breath and headed for the door
and then one day it don?t start, one day you fall apart
and you?re sifting through the ashes trying to find a spark
lost in the deep blue minutes just before the morning

only knows, rain don?t fall on this dry land
only knows what goes on around here

at the tail end of a long run that took me higher than lower
but left me feeling pretty low here at the end
i shut down on the shoulder,
the sun was rising over boulder and i was hoping that tomorrow
might turn out to be my friend
i fell asleep to dream i was lying by a stream
and the sun was never setting and the whole damn world was green
i was sleeping in the cradle of the morning

only knows, rain don?t fall down on this dry land
only knows, what goes on around here