Traveling through the graveyard with a suitcase full of sparks
Honey, I’m just trying to find my way to you
Lit up every campfire I found out in the dark
Oh, I cut down all the cottonwoods
I picked up all the arrowheads off buffalo trails of the Indians
The Oklahoma sky was cutting through
Along the tracks with the Runaway, he just talks and talks and talks
Honey, I’m just trying to find my way to you
I quit counting stars that night
In the cold by the satellite field
And I quit panning gold, digging holes
Yeah, I’m just trying to find my way to you
Swam across the Poncha, took a train to Cataloo
Opened up my guitar case and all the songs were blue
I haunted all the alleys, Lord, I drifted down the valleys
Honey, I’m just trying to find my way to you
And I quit casting hooks off
The California coast we held so dear
I quit flashing smiles and running wild
Yeah, I’m just trying to find my way to you
Threw my bottle to the ocean, she never wrote me back
All the countless days along the sea of blue
Learned the language of the mockingbird, she took and twisted all my words
Yeah, I’m just trying to find my way to you
And I’ll meet you in the graveyard
With the winter trees and stars
Oh, we could open up this suitcase full of sparks
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