Falling from high places, falling through lost spaces Now that we're lonely, now that there's nowhere to go We lost faith, in the arms of love Where you been hiding lately Where you been hiding from the news? Because we've been fighting lately We've been

With a Salt Lake City blues I lost my sugar in Salt Lake City Oh, why did I go there I should have stayed down in New Orleans And never gone nowhere A girl with sweet talk from Kansas City Her words were sweet like wine She bought him diamonds and

Now the oil's gone And the money's gone All the jobs are gone Still we're hangin' on Down in dry county To wash the sins from off our hands Praying for some holy water The promise has run dry Where nobody cries

Oh dream maker, you heart breaker Wherever you're going I'm going your way Two drifters off to see the world There's such a lot of world We're after the same rainbows And, waiting round the bend My huckleberry friend

I be crying hey, train carried my girl away I be crying hey, that train carried my girl away from town Where were you when the train left town I was standing on the corner, my head hanging down Ashes to ashes and dust to dust Show me the woman that I can

This is where the cowboy rides away Setting on the things I wish I'd done I knew the stakes were high right from the start When she dealt the cards I dealt my heart Now I just found a game that I can't play And this is where the cowboy rides away And my

I took a heavenly ride through our silence Where were you when I was burned and broken While the days slipped by from my window watching And where were you when I was hurt and I was helpless 'Cause the things you say and the things you do surround me

Put sad wings around me now So that we can rise again Angel take me far away Protect me from this world of sin We can find our way somehow Escaping from the world we're in To a place where we began

We were born and raised in black and white The wind blows hard across the Texas planes Makes some people go insane While others quietly pray for rain That's where we came from Two boys playing in the burning sun One with books, one with guns Mama calls

Along the way If not for those I've loved along the way I remember waitin' by the curb with Mr. Murphy When daddy picked me up from school his eyes were red We drove to the hospital in a hurry Where my family gathered round my Grandpa's bed He was my