Half Moon
That morning sky gave me a look.
So I left while you were sleeping- that's all it took.
And I chalked a line south down the coast,
going where my thirst was open for the things that I don't know;
going where I wasn't paying for the hurt that I owe.
One half moon sleeping by the creeks
and a woman put me under her barn roof for a week.
I knew her voice before she spake.
I saw a grave dug by a preacher just to see what it would make.
So hold high how faint your reasons.
Boy, you'll never get on.
Don't you forget you come from nothing.
Boy, you'll never get on.
That wind is calling my name and I won't wait, or I'll never get on.
It's not hard to live like a ghost.
I just haunt all that I've wanted and leave what I don't.
I dreamt a trail up to the sky
and my brothers built propellers just to see how far they'd fly.
So hold high how faint your reasons.
Boy, you'll never get on.
Your flashing sparrows chasing with them.
Boy, you'll never get on.
Don't you forget you come from nothing.
Boy, you'll never get on.
That wind is calling my name and I won't wait, or I'll never get on.