hawk on a split- rail fence
The gathering dark of the night begins
Ci cada choir on the rising wind
A lonesome beauty over everything
And winding highway let me
I'm broken down, I'm skin and bone
The silver water and the red-
Graceful waitress on a wooden floor
An amber glass upon an empty bar
A drunkard swaying when the music starts
The neon praying of the steel guitar
And small believer I'm alive I guess
The whiskey mixing with a dream I had
The music lifting me above the bed
The silver trumpet and the clarinet
And all I know is what I see
A tattered hope, a small belief
Kaleidoscope of half- lived dreams
A photograph of something sweet
And winding highway let me hold the sound
Of coming home, of turning down
The un paved roads of this old town
The clover fields and rows of corn
And small believer I'm alive I guess
The whiskey mixing with a dream I had
The music lifting me above the bed
The silver trumpet and the clarinet
Yeah small believer I'm alive I guess
The red- tail hawk and the split- rail fence
The neighbor girl in her yellow dress
Oh the silhouette that her shadow
