Testo Lost Song

Some say it was here, where the angels laid down their wings and walked in boots a while telegraph poles bend like crosses in the wind seems we walk the road to Rome A.D. 39 I fell in with the sons of hired hands, liquor's kin and gamblers poor at the game the dice don't fall on the kind side of fortune they keep falling just the same who are these men drinking in their cars? who are these women waiting on a train? come night fall we'll be lying in a gutter but some of us are looking at the stars snow falls slow on Currant River and the wind combs Watchtower Hill and sometimes its peace and sometime sorrow sometimes a judgment of days unfulfilled there ain't much work worth the doing but there's shelter, creeks, and apples warm and red the towns of Missouri just make a man wonder will he die alone or decently in bed? who are these men sleeping in their cars? who are these women staring down a train? come night fall we'll be lying in a gutter but some of us are looking at the stars our eyes are wide with departure like servants who've left the mansion door wayfarers, thieves, apostles, and slaves by morning we'll reach another shore