Cold River, Wide River
The river's cold and the river's wide,
We were not prepared.
You heard my calls from the other side,
Hung in crystal air.
Though I know beyond this snow,
There is a Spring.
Though I know the winds will blow,
beneath your wing,
And carry you away.
The snow came late but the snow came hard,
And the whole town's off-guard,
And April was just the image on,
Generic greeting cards.
Though I know the night will slow,
I can't find my strength.
Though I know the sun will show,
I can't face my pain.
I'm standing at the banks,
Ready to jump I think,
But I carry so much weight,
That I know for sure I'd sink,
Without you to carry me.
Winds of the West
If you're still there,
Why do I still feel alone?
In my rear view mirror,
I watch my eyes turn to stone.
Dirty headlights,
Pave the road I go,
My exhaust pipe,
Breathes a heavy load.
And I can't sleep,
Yeah there are some things only bloodshot eyes can see,
And I left the Midwest,
For a moment I was free.
Drove right through my hometown,
Inhaled 100,000 walking rainclouds.
You'll hear from me when I feel like being tied down,
The winds of the West are calling me.
The winds of the West are calling me.