Song Description

Track 3 of concept album Eagle

Lyrics

So I'm walking down this highway, with my thumb out in the air
Got a pocket full of expectation, red dirt in my hair
I'm looking for the smoke on the horizon, I know it's there

I know some people say you can't go back, they might be right
But I'm thinking about the stories that my granddad told at night
Passed down through generations, got to keep the past in sight

And he would tell all us kids about a place
And we would stare right back into his weathered face
And we'd believe everything

He'd talk about trees, impossibly tall
He'd show us how birds would sing and call
He'd tell us how the soldiers took it all
That's how it would always end

So I get a ride from nowhere, to some other nowhere town
And I'm wondering why people chose right here to settle down
No clues on passing strangers, no smiles, no frowns

So I order up a coffee, and what passes for a pie
And hanging on the wall old faded photos Catch my eye
A bunch of young gold miners, from happy time gone by

Those pictures would tell all of us about a place
I sat and stared right back into their hopeful faces
And that explained everything

He'd talk about trees, impossibly tall
He'd show us how birds would sing and call
He'd tell us how the soldiers took it all
That's how it would always end

So I'm back out on the highway, with my thumb out in the air
Thinking about those miners and the life they had back there
And I'm sure I heard that old mans voice on the air

And he would tell all us kids about a place
And we would stare right back into his weathered face
And we'd believe everything

He'd talk about trees, impossibly tall
He'd show us how birds would sing and call
He'd tell us how the soldiers took it all
That's how it would always end

Playlist Creator	Playlist Name	Date Added
Cyndi Corkran	Songs of Love & Hope	2/22/2014
Cyndi Corkran	John Evans	2/22/2014
Dianne MacAdam	Holy Crap, I Love This Song	2/8/2013
Brian McNulty	My Top Songs	2/8/2013