Song Lyrics

The Meander (2019)

The Wolves

They weren’t aggressive yet, you could hardly tell
The wolves were sittin there waiting
For you to come of age, for you to come of age

Taught to pledge allegiance, not to question the rule
Well, the wolves were already prowlin
Oh, they gotta feed, Oh, they gotta feed

Cassette decks and pick-up sticks, wrecking bikes not drinkin six
No bullshit and no bag of tricks But that doesn’t matter now
39’s the new heart attack Like biscuits and gravy and feedback
A baker’s dozen, three to be exact The Wolves are at the heel
The Wolves are at his heels The Wolves are at the heel

Pacify the pressure gauge, just a midlife ghost
Honk, the well needs digging
Or else you’ll need a spring
Or else you’ll need a spring

Now they are belligerent, foaming at the mouth
The wolves, outside scratchin’
And what do you have to show?
What do you have to show?

Hitchin to Concordia

My county’s dry so I’m headed for that line
I’ll see you on the other side
That ole Bible belt is on too tight
Knock off the edge tonight

What don’t they get about Prohibit
The battle over sin was yesterday
Carry on, buddy, keep your wits about
The orchestra of light will shout

Hitchin to Concordia, Hitchin to Concordia, Hitchin to Concordia
Thou mayest color outside the line

Over yonder hill is Wesley & Lorene’s
Archie’s livin right next door
Rhodelia is the place you might strike gold
From the blue hole does the story unfold

Stull’s Country Store, just walk through the door
Even brethren can partake
Cuz it’s not about your cause and I won’t push mine
Just don’t get ‘tween me and the wine

Hitchin to Concordia, Hitchin to Concordia, Hitchin to Concordia
Thou mayest color outside the line

My county’s dry so I’m headed for that line
I’ll see you on the other side
That ole Bible belt is on too tight
My remedy will serve your plight

Hitchin to Concordia, Hitchin to Concordia, Hitchin to Concordia
Thou mayest color outside the line

Einstein’s Ashes

Einstein’s Ashes, believed in the River
Meander as you will to the great unknown
Einstein’s Ashes, daydream in song
Not a fool for yesterday but the unturned stone
Not a fool for yesterday but the unturned stone

Corkscrew cowboy, whispered through The Winds
You have the arrow, boy, must find the bow
Corkscrew cowboy, mentor as one wades
Be at one with what you cannot stow
You have the arrow, boy, must find the bow

Dig into an inner Einstein
Simmer at the base of Mount Long Haul
Resistance makes a hammer of war
The meandering river always keeps score

Einstein’s Ashes, believed in the River
Meander as you will to the great unknown
Einstein’s Ashes, daydream in song
Not a fool for yesterday, but the jointed stone
You have the arrow, sir, and now the bow

Dig into an inner Einstein
Simmer at the base of Mount Long Haul
Resistance makes a hammer of war
The meandering river always keeps score

Einstein’s Ashes … You have the arrow, sir, and now the bow
Einstein’s Ashes … You have the arrow, sir, and now the bow

Same Cloth

They had come from the same cloth
Buried alive in their own thoughts
But they meant well, yeah, they mean well

They descended from the clouds
Enough times to know there’s another
To know there’s another

It’s a grateful rewind, a drop on the tongue
Ideals captured when you were young
Ideas planted when you were young
The path to credence, so lucid, it stung

Been kicked up & down the same
Made no bets, turned down no trade
Hovered right next, owning the edge

Carry yourself like your daddy taught
Circle back to the way you thought you’d always be
You know you’d always be

It’s a grateful rewind, a drop on the tongue
Ideals captured when you were young
Ideas planted when you were young
No regrets, no worries, they sung
No regrets, no worries, we sung

We all come from the Same Cloth, buried alive in our own thoughts,
but we meant well, yeah, we mean well

On A Perch

Well, I got a flask here. It’s half empty
Cuz I drank it, looking for company

It was given, the company
But I didn’t take it, pent-up gonna bury me

But then I owned it, came back around
It’s not worth it, the bust and the boom will drown you

Yeah, let’s face it. It’s a drinkin town.
And I like drinkin, temptation to shakedown

Sittin still on a perch, trapped in a cage
Might get nudged, might get blown awayStill on a perch, trapped in a cage
This bird’s flyin low, gotta turn the page

Well, we got a bottle here, it’s half full
Cuz we sipped it, chasin fish like bulls

We like to bird-dog words on a page
I don’t mind sayin it gets better with age

Sittin still on a perch, trapped in a cage
Might get nudged, might get blown away
Still on a perch, trapped in a cage
This bird’s flyin low, gotta turn the page

Worrisome Years

Song by Greg Brown / Arrangement by Aaron Davis

In the worrisome years, over the hill
Thought it’s supposed to get easier to pay your bills
I got nothing to show except a worrisome heart
Can ya please tell me … when does the good part start?

I done like they told me, I done like I should
I’s tryin to get started, I’s trying to make good
Tryin to make a good life for my family
but I can’t buy any that stuff kids want from TV

In the worrisome years, over the hill
Thought it’s supposed to get easier to pay your bills
I got nothing to show except a worrisome heart
Can ya please tell me … when does the good part start?

I think about leaving but where would I go?
How would I get there? I don’t know
I took my stand here I don’t want to roam
This old town ain’t much but it’s all I know of home

In the worrisome years, over the hill
Thought it’s supposed to get easier to pay your bills
I got nothing to show except a worrisome heart
Can ya please tell me … when does the good part start?

I look at Stella, she looks at me
We don’t talk no more about our dreams
We don’t have no fun the way we used to do
Don’t be disappointed in me baby
I ain’t disappointed in you

In the worrisome years, over the hill
Thought it’s supposed to get easier to pay your bills
I got nothing to show except a worrisome heart
Can ya please tell me … when does the good part start?

The Cardinal

Always lookin’ back to the Kentucky age
I wanna get back to my family some day
Look at the boy in the weeping willow tree
Wonder if he knows what he’s gonna be

Walk out the back door past the stark grapevine
Through the oak trees and to The Cardinal
There’s a Hilltop Acre, just climb the country hill
Where the days are longer than the nights are

When are you gonna come back around?
Waiting for you to come back around
Well I’m gonna go back around
Well how can I go back around?

Forever waking up in a Western play
Far from The Cardinal, the sentiment remains
Look at the guy standing in the Snake River
Sepia-stained patterns that’ll never wash away

Always lookin’ back at the Southern days
Gonna get back to my family some day
Look at the boy in the weeping willow tree
Wonder if he knows what he’s gonna be

When are you gonna come back around?
Waiting for you to come back around
Well I’m gonna go back around
Well how can I go back around?

Look at the boy in the weeping willow tree
Wonder if he knows what he’s gonna be

Get It On

There’s a new way and you found it in your bones
Own it, You’re gonna Get it On

Cuz the hardest shell is a product of
Building a wall that’s made up of, the dirt you worked and are proud of
Now, you can leave it

Yeah it came around so quick you didn’t see it
Stare it down until you believe it
Then take it from Neil Young, “Don’t Be Denied”

There’s a new way and you found it in your bones
Own it, You’re gonna Get it On

It’s getting further & farther & a ways between
The moments we get to hang and sing
Bruce calls em the Glory Days, let them live, let them swing

So Grab yer sweet lady and spin her around
Peace within cadence and sound
And don’t let it make you lonesome, when it goes

There’s a new way and you found it in your bones
Own it, You’re gonna Get it On

Cuz the hardest shell is a product of
Building a wall that’s made up of, the dirt you worked and are proud of
Now, you can leave it

There’s a new way and you found it in your bones
Own it, You’re gonna Get it On