Альбом Cowboy Junkies

Hold on honey, there's a new dawn coming
And a big bird to sweep you awayAre you born yet? Are you listening?
Are you sick of staring at the walls?Are you hungry? Are you angry?
Are you wondering if there's anyone at all?Hold on honey there's a new dawn coming
And a big bird to sweep you away
Keep on dreaming soon there'll be a reason
To see it through one more dayAre you weary? Are you sinking?
Are you tired of holding up the walls?Are you done with all your thinking?
Have you found that there's no one at all?Hold on honey there's a new dawn coming
And a big bird to sweep you away
Keep on dreaming soon there'll be a reason
To see it through one more dayAin't got no answers here
What I see is not clear
Time to shake it around
Turn my world upside down
And watch as the stars come unhingedHold on honey there's a new dawn coming
And a big bird to sweep you away
Keep on dreaming soon there'll be a reason
To see it through one more dayHold on honey there's a new dawn coming
And a big bird to sweep us away
Keep on dreaming soon there'll be a reason
To see it through one more dayAre you born yet?
Are you born yet?

I wish I had a blue guitar,
A blue guitar to play all night long.
Singing songs of loss and love.
Singing songs till morning comes.Ghosts in the basement
Screams from the kitchen
I tell you folks I'm leaving.
Seems I can already hear the door slammin'.
I tell you folks I think I'm leavin'.Goodbye to the highway
Goodbye to the sky
I'm headed out goodbye, goodbye.
Goodbye to the highway
Goodbye to the sky
I'm headed our goodbye, goodbye.I wish I had a blue guitar,
A blue guitar to play all night long.
I wish I had a blue guitar,
A blue guitar to let you know somehow
You are not needed now.

No one in sight for fifty miles
Sleeping fields sigh as I glide across their spines.
If I can just reach the crest of that hill
This whole day will tumble, out the night will spill.The sky as still as a spinning top
Shooting stars drop like burning words from above
If I could just connect all these dots
The truth would tumble like a Cynic vexed by love.And yet people keep saying
I'm miles from my home,
Miles from my home.I met you again in my sleep last night,
These are days of slow boats and false starts.
Hearts remain under lock and key,
You will be the one to set them both free.And yet people will tell you
You're miles from your home,
Miles from your home.But that's where I want to be.
Out there searching,
Out here fumbling,
Out here waiting
For you and you for me.The moon hangs like a question mark,
Pale as milk, bold as promise.
When will you share these sights with us?
When will we hold you in our arms?And people will tell them
We're miles from our home,
Miles from our home.

Sat at my window watched the world
Wake up this morning
Purple sky slowly turning golden,
Distant elms so orange
You'd swear they're burningAll this flowing water
Has got my mind wandering.
Do you ever finally reach
A point of knowing
Or do you just wake up one day
And say, I am going?What will I tell you
When you ask me why I'm crying
Will I point above
At the Red Tail gracefully soaring
Or down below where it's prey
Is quietly trembling?Two thousand years ago Jesus is left there hanging.
Purple sky slowly turning golden.
Cowards at his feet loudly laughing.
Loved ones stumbling homeward
Their words reeling.
Red Tail above my head quietly soaring.
Waters turn from ice, creak is roaring.
He says, enough of all this shit I am going.

The beautiful is not chosen.
The chosen becomes beautiful.
The beautiful is not chosen.
The chosen becomes beautiful.Please do not forsake me now,
Sparkling gone
With darkling says
I drift at times I know it's true
But I always drift on back to you.The beautiful is not chosen.
The chosen becomes beautiful.I have never tired of
Manna falling from above
When conscious thought
Meets careless heart
And two lost souls find one fresh start.Lie me upon the earth
Feel it's curve beneath our spines,
Soon we'll follow it around,
One lost soul
Finally found.The beautiful is not chosen.
The chosen becomes beautiful.These are known as darkling days
Rhyming schemes gone askew
Crackling gifts of light and air,
Exploding words,
Ours to share.The beautiful is not chosen.
The chosen becomes beautiful.

She hugged his head so hard to her heart
It made her gasp for air
If this was not the way Love felt
Then for love she did not care
I want to run beside a moving train
Yelling farewells in the rain
The tears will be bittersweet,
'cause I know I'll see him againIf I lost you now,
I would feel as hollow as a boneHe could not help but hang his eyes
Her beauty held him so
If this was not a state of Grace
Then Grace he'd never know
I want to yell farewell from a crowded pier
Just me and a thousand good-byes
The tears will be bittersweet,
'cause soon she'll be back my sideIf I lost you now,
I would feel as hollow as a boneYou won't lose me, he replied,
Together our lives have been sewn
If I lost you now,
I would feel as hollow as a bone
We will kiss goodnight under a starlit sky
Whisper oaths at a lumbering moon
Dream sweet dreams before the morning comes
And serves us the dawn in our roomIf I lost you now,
I would feel as hollow as a bone

Someone
Out there
Kneeling.No one
Out there
Listening.But what I want to know
Before you save my soul
Is who gave this power to that fucker up there?Someone
Out there
Crying.Someone
Out there
Waiting.But what I want to know
Before I let you go
Is who gave this power to that fucker up there?

Another note afloat upon this paper sea
Explain to me
How this can beAnother face erased
From this tidal pool
Found one day
Then swept awayI will carry you my love
If you can carry me
Through this summer of our discontentAnother day away
From clutching hands
Explain to me
How this can beI will carry you my love
If you can carry me
Through this summer of our discontentAnother falling wave
Upon this crumbling beach
How many more
Until we meet?I will carry you my love
If you can carry me
Through this summer of our discontent

No birds today
Just this square patch of gray
Molting sky moving in on its morning preyNo words today
No one knocking at the gate
I lost my name long before I lost my wayI wonder what he thinks out there
Pastures turn from black to green and black again
The sun it carves a well worn path
From here to there and the next day backNo birds today
Just this dull sky of gray
Winter's quickly moving in on its skulking preyNo dust today
No clouds rising from my driveway
No hope drifting slowly my wayI wonder what he thinks in there
Pastures turn from black to green and black again
The sun it carves a well worn path
From here to there and the next day backCold bars of steel
I'm beginning to dig the feel
Of all that disappears into....etherealCold words of hate
Now I'm seeing how things break
Much too late now to cure my mistakesI wonder what he thinks in there
Pastures turn from black to green and black again
The sun it carves a well worn path
From here to there and the next day backNo birds today
Just this barren stretch of gray
Just this barren stretch of gray

Place my body on the funeral pyre,
Cut it loose to float downstream
Leave it frozen on a mountain top,
Suspend it high to be picked cleanYou said never to grow old,
But you forgot to tell me how
You said never to grow old
And then you sank your teeth into those final feetLast night I dreamt of owls at my window
I knew that time was winding down
Turned to tell you of my premonition,
Changed my mind and lay back downYou said never to grow old,
But you forgot to tell me how
You said never to grow old
And then you sank your teeth into those final feetNo sense wasting the time you got,
You got to walk down every road
No sense pretending that you're what you're not,
When you got to shoulder every loadYou said never to grow old,
But you forgot to tell me how
You said never to grow old
And then you sank your teeth into those final feetCut it loose, cut it loose, cut it looseYou said never to grow old,
But you forgot to tell me how
You said never to grow old
And then you sank your teeth into those final feet

Again,
At the end of the rainbow
Again,
No gold to be found
Just this cold unmade bed
The last 3 words you said
And this buzzing on the telephone lineParis, well, there is fog on the Seine
Amsterdam still courses through my veins
All these dark crazy sights,
Wouldn't be so bad
If I could just taste your breath once againHoney I saw your daddy
Lying by the roadside
His feet sticking out of a sack
Honey they'll be calling
To tell you that your daddy
Never will be coming backAgain
At the end of the rainbow
Again,
No words to be found
Just this voice sad and alone
Me wishing I was home
And the silence on the telephone line