Whistle Down The Wind (for Tom Jans)

I've grew up here

all of my life,

but I dreamed

someday I'd go.

where blue eyed girls

and red guitars and

the naked rivers flow

I'm not all I thought that I'd be!

I've always stayed around!

I've been as far as Mercy and Grand

frozen to the ground.

I can't stay here and I'm scared to leave

so kiss me once and then.

And I'll go to hell,

I might as well

be whistlin' down the wind.

The bus at the corner,

the clock's on the wall,

the broken down windmill,

there ain't no wind at all.

I've yelled and I cursed,

if i stay here I'll rust,

I'm stuck like a shipwreck

out here in the dust.

The sky is red

and the world is on fire

and the corn is taller than me.

And the dog is tied

to a wagon of rain

and the road is wet as the sea.

And sometimes the music from a dance

will carry across the plains.

And the places that I'm dreaming of

do they dream only of me?

There are places where they never sleep

and the circus never ends.

So I will take the Marley Bone Coach

and be whistling down the wind.

So I will take the Marley Bone Coach

and be whistling down the wind.