I don’t know where I’ve been but I sure as hell won’t be back again. I couldn’t say what I’ve seen. It’s a mystery, even to me. When I was young I didn’t dream, something killed that spark in me. There must have been a dark star and it hasn’t yet come back round these parts. I’m just chasing papers again when I should be riding the buzzard’s wing. Massachusetts will never leave my heart, but this heart’s been blown apart and I don’t want anyone to call my name. The truth ain’t nothing but a heart sore. The truth ain’t nothing but a heart sore. Slipping through fingers, it’ll never be yours. The truth ain’t nothing but a heart sore. And I don’t want anyone to call my name. I don’t want anyone to call my name. My name’s just a player in a sad, sad game. So I don’t want anyone to call my name. Broken hours and grinding teeth, a dark highway bearing remnants of the old town. I breathed among the pages and the leaves who’ve parted ways, leaving remnants of the same truth. But I don’t want to talk about truth any more.
credits
from Heliotrope (2011),
released March 1, 2011
with Meyer Brown on bass, Sam Brown on banjo, Ian Legge on cello
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