Standing Still

Well away from the city they carried my life
I’d grown tired of the way that the day treats the night
And no matter how far I ran
No matter how far I ran
Follow the railroad the only thing dry
The path does narrow as Angela’s eyes
No matter how far I ran
No matter how far I ran
Oh may my soul be found
Brother,
Brother,
Here’s where I belong
I was born by the water the wealth of the sea
And infants awaken with ominous dreams
And I traveled the world till the waltzin the streets
No matter how far I ran
Oh may my soul be found
On the tail of a hurricane, the trick of the trade
I stay angry at angels that stand in the way
Who wore a halo of smoke from a passing train
Now the seat at my table’s been taken away
I’m the same man now that I was when I changed
See, the birth of a star is a death of it’s fate.
Rise up like the water and fall like the rain a lung
full of air from an oxygen tank
Brother,
Brother,
Make my soul be found.
Now Mother,
Father,
Oh here’s where I belong
Lay me down, and let my love live forever in this ground.