Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Northbound 35 , by - Jeffrey Foucault. Song from the album Stripping Cane, in the genre Музыка мираRelease date: 12.07.2004
Record label: Signature Sounds
Song language: English
Northbound 35 |
| Northbound 35 |
| Through the iron hills |
| Under infidel skies |
| It’s two hundred miles to drive |
| You won’t be home |
| I saw an elsebound train |
| On the overpass |
| In the driving rain |
| Every ticket costs the same |
| For where you can’t go |
| CHORUS: |
| Mustang horses, champagne glasses |
| Anything frail anything wild |
| It’s the price of living motion |
| What’s beautiful is broken |
| And grace is just the measure of a fall |
| So I rolled into your town |
| I passed the smokestacks |
| And the ore docks down off of Main |
| And the sky spun around |
| With her diamonds on fire |
| We fought all night and then we danced |
| In your kitchen |
| You were as much in my hands |
| As water or darkness or nothing |
| Can ever be held |
| CHORUS |
| It’s just flashes that we own |
| Little snapshots |
| Made of breath and of bone |
| And out on the darkling plain alone |
| They light up the sky |
| It’s 51 and driving south |
| Ain’t it funny |
| How things’ll turn out |
| I never even kissed you on the mouth |
| When we said goodbye |